A Note for the Gipper
A man bereft, a loss of guilt and hope
Absolved of yet another painful wish.
He sees his legacy expire and wilt.
A pack of wolves devour the lifeless form.
Atop a world inclined to pray, he stood.
A beacon healing all who deigned to hear.
No enemies to conquer now, at last
His mind so feeble laying in the grave.
A captain rues the steely battle's end
But fights with grim resolve to win the prize.
America, the beautiful, the Great
Communicator now in silence rests.
****Once again this was written as a prompt from the Alchera Project. It is a blank verse poem written in strict iambic pentameter. I again hope the citizens don't mind the King's artistic forays.
Absolved of yet another painful wish.
He sees his legacy expire and wilt.
A pack of wolves devour the lifeless form.
Atop a world inclined to pray, he stood.
A beacon healing all who deigned to hear.
No enemies to conquer now, at last
His mind so feeble laying in the grave.
A captain rues the steely battle's end
But fights with grim resolve to win the prize.
America, the beautiful, the Great
Communicator now in silence rests.
****Once again this was written as a prompt from the Alchera Project. It is a blank verse poem written in strict iambic pentameter. I again hope the citizens don't mind the King's artistic forays.
posted by Cool Dad at Monday, August 01, 2005
5 Comments:
Ah, but the King is the King, Who are we to say. Besides that poem is deep.
That's right. You do what Kings do. Just sit back and play your little games, while the Optimus Prime does all the hard government labor.
As I consulted my dutch oven and alphabet soup, this is the message that appeared, B e w a r e of h i d d e n m e s s a g e s t h a t c o m e in i d l y i c p a r a m e t e r, f o r y o u r e n e m i e s w i l l u s e i t t o s h o w t h e p e o p l e y o u h a v e d e m e n t i a.
Ooo,he's a poet, too!
I guess it runs in the family.
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