Poem -

Kissing The Ring

Kissing The Ring

I am being forced
To kiss the ring

after I chose
To spit on it

Humility
Comes 
In its lowest
Form
When children
Of a lesser God
Hold the Throne

Agitation 
Frustrstion
and a 
Sickening
Bit of satirical 
Humor
Is aroused
When the
Chickens
Attempted
to out fox
the Reynard 

The Chess
Player
Rules
the board
Waiting
For the
jesters 
To make
Their
Move

Check mate

Came before
They sat at
The table

Beckoning me
To sit back
Lift the 
Holy Chalice
Towards  the sky
waiting
For the poison
to enter.....

 

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Greg...I hate how things can be out of our control in life and make it even more humiliating when nothing can be changed....and the source of that shame we have to pretend is our grace....That is what I think of when I read your poem.  It brings up angst in me for the trials I feel are hopeless to overcome....I feel your passionate nature over the humiliation of situations out of control.  xo ;)  

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Icarus Flocke

this is brilliant, and rift with truth.

i'll never kiss the ring again, and wouldn't advise
it to anyone.

fuck survival.

there are worse fates than death, and kissing
the hand wearing a ring it doesnt deserve is
one of the worst.

nicely done greg

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