All the King’s Men.
Now see their fealty shorn of pretence Those who laughed and who danced the gay quadrille Unmasked, whose loyalty gives grave offense To the king who fed them and now…
Author: flingthe
Diminished.
How quickly I have aged, My frolic over, gone ere I knew Separated from my vast pursuits I am left with the mundane. Still vivid are the great pageants The…
Just a Bit Outside.
(with apologies to the lad from Shropshire) “Now come on check the threads you wear A public man should take more care The crowd in which you try to shine…
Other Lives.
In Walden Pond there lived a frog, A wise and pithy sprite. Who spent his days on marshial law, Philosophized at night. He was the king of bullrush shore –…
An Elegy on Arriving Late.
To you whose sand has slipped at last Be sure that some think far too fast Your words, your voice, forever stilled And what is left seems loud and shrill….
The Stallion and the Trainer.
Here soft we rest beside a brook Cool fed from mountain streams To drink our well-earned respite And feed our tired dreams. Though moisture glistens on his back His breath…