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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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His Majesty A man living on the street sitting in front of our downtown library. Not begging, just literally chilling. shocked when seen and spoken to. His life worn as appearance, chic would not be his word. His odor his best defense keeps the phonies and freaks at bay. Cold January nip in the air trash dancing, cavorting in the wind. His Majesty introduces himself offers to share his domain. Flashing on Hollywood all those trips we been fed. Pausing to speak with madness glimpse of other worlds refreshing. “Reality is vastly overrated in fact, it’s illegal in my realm. I’ve banned the worship of reality.” The king of downtown declares. Bug eyed, he passes his decrees ignored by his indifferent subjects, They only see him as idle...crazed, a man living on the street. “Walk on by... slide your eyes on by Never, ever meet his eyes! Don’t listen to what he says, just another crazy at play pull your children away... Never, ever meet his eyes! Walk on by.. .slide your eyes on by" His Majesty is living on the streets... bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
Hi bleeding, we all need to be jostled out of our comfort zone. This is one of the jobs of the poet/writer…to narrow in and focus on what needs to be said. To introspectively look at a slice of life and see what is really there, what we are missing or refused to see. There is much food for thought out there and we as poets have the words and the skills to prepare it consumption by others who don’t see. Now with that said, this is a wonderful slice of reality, well said and true. We must remember that the people that live on the streets or the ones who seems strange to us, do have a story and that they are also real. That at one time and still, they were a son, daughter, father, mother, sister or brother…and so and so forth Gimme more! -wordancer "Come...dance with me, into my world of words." |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
your insight pierces the soul of caring humanity..bravo, Bleeding!! the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
Wow, bleeding! Nice message, well written. It sort of reminds me of the movie "The Fisher King". To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... |
thanks y'all for the imput! greatly appreciated this piece as you can imagine came from a "close encounter" downtown OKC... bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
I just love some of the lines that you use in this poem! "Not begging, just literally chilling." "Pausing to speak with madness glimpse of other worlds refreshing." "Reality is vastly overrated" There is so much truth in your words and the image that you have created sends a message that's hard to ignore! Thanks for sharing this, it's worth reading again and again. |
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