Monday, August 01, 2005

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.

6 Comments:

Blogger Lucy Stern said...

Ah, but the King is the King, Who are we to say. Besides that poem is deep.

10:11 PM  
Blogger Travis said...

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.

2:31 AM  
Anonymous The Wizard of WilkeWorld said...

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.

4:05 AM  
Blogger Wendopolis said...

Ooo,he's a poet, too!

12:29 PM  
Blogger kmsqrd said...

I guess it runs in the family.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Better Safe Than Sorry said...

my eyes hurt, is that normal?

4:23 PM  

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