Poem -

Soft Rain

Soft Rain

At the very heart of you
It rains,
not hard rain
But unusually
Soft

My Lord please,
Clear   his
misted sight
so he might see
How truly
Weak he is

No Soldier
Or
Grand mediviel
Knight
Just
An addicted
wicked jester
who has no
Problem 
Stealing
from
the Lady 
Of the Kingdom

The rain
are drops
Of failure
Soft 
As the spirit
it holds

Eventually
Though
It will become
hail
Much like
The conscience 
He
Has
Created

Passed out
In a low budget 
Studio
He rented

With no gold
Albums 
Coming
His
Way.....

 

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The fish of the sea

Reflective. Had a real sense to it. Yes, I do believe I know where you were going with this one. Enjoyed it. Peace Greg

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Being Me

What a wicked Jester he is!  To steal from the Lady of the Kingdom. Jesters are over the top kind of people ... clowns if you like... and nobody ever sees the real clowns beneath all the bright and cheery gunk. If anyone ever cleared away that huge painted smile they would be shocked at what lies beneath the layers. So sad, I think, that this jester has to be this way.  The Lady of the Kingdom will not stick around and her kindness will be sorely missed by all. It is all very, very sad.

Wow!  Your poem here has got me thinking deeply, Greg!   That must be because it really got to me. Thanks for sharing this, Greg. Wish I could shower it with stars...alas, there are only 5 to give ...but really theres tons of stars i give this! Love this write Greg x

 

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