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The prince raised his finger
And pointed. “You, poet! Write me a poem!” So the poet bowed his head, And obliged to do so. He crafted and weaved His language. He spun magic of gardens and forests Suns and moons, Stars and bright city lights. Of heated dancing, In summer nights, Of the ocean, Of God, Of love. he painted a scene in the air Of brilliance And colours never before seen. He presented his gift. But the king tapped his foot. “This will not do; I asked you to write me a poem So write a poem about me!” He pointed his finger And sent him away, So the poet obliged to do so. He bowed his head, And worked without rest. He created an epic ballad, A mastery, A song, He moved the words with his hands As gentle as a shepherd. The story was of a wasp, His journeys and triumphs, His greatness, cruelty, And a single two lines Told of his songbird, The one he killed. It was a feast of glorious verse. He presneted his gift. But the old man tapped his foot. “This will not do; I commanded for a great poem, A poem about me. This is a faerie story; Some piffle about a puny insect, And a bird.” And he pointed his finger. “And least you noticed the bird,” said the poet, Shaking his head. And it was promptly cut off. |
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"i like that" |
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Well said.
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Well done!! I like that!!
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Nice. |
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This is more like prose....very creative writing~
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Very unique
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enjoyed this tremendously!
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"at least you remembered the bird"
tremendous life application...shivers..wonderful piece. |
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((((s1ow, John, Red, mteagle, Jason, Evy, Angel, jimz, Sharris))))
Thank you so much for your responses |
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You're so welcome sweetheart....
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