Sat A Vicar...
OnΒ an enigmatic night, I did dream
Of a gilded palace and its towering sway
I am unseen, but have a strong sense of me
Amid a gala, where Mozart's music did play
Sat a vicar, with a reddish gaze
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The dream trampled, ominous, as hated churches
Yet this palace was adorned, with a most holy array
With all its guests gossiping and whispering worship
The feeling of despotism, coyly, conveyed
Sat a vicar, alone, with a reddish gaze
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Four masked guards, in the palace tower
Three British dancers performed ballet
Two Grandfather Clocks, toasted the hour
One got the feeling, this dream was staged
Sat a vicar, with a reddish gaze
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I hate myself, from my knees I prayed
In a searing sweat, I did awake
I reached a towel to dry my face
In the corner, on my chair, of leather and lace
Sat a vicar
I recalled,
From another time,
Another place...
Tony Taylor
* work in progress
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Wondrous ink Tony, always manage to capture my attention with your talent. awesome my friend.
Hey DARKLY!!....thanx SO much for the positive feedback...... always inspiring dear poet sister!!..... smiles......T xo β₯??
Love these dreamy type poems.
well writtenΒ
Thanx dear poet brother!!..... much appreciated!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?β³β΄β??
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
The Vicar of Vain Vanity, sat high upon a chair;
Below his Congregation knelt and prayed, avoiding his harsh stare!
The accoutrements were the finest known, paid for with their ill afforded tithes;
But the Vicar dined daily in pure luxury, while many people starved at night!
Love,
Larry xxx
Simply AwesomeΒ