King Of Poetry Hill, Part 11

The king took off his crown
and walked into the town
where he met a beggar who lived upon the street.
And the beggar, he did say, "Can you help me out today
for I have a yearning I fear I just cannot beat."

"You fool," said the king in disguise
as he stared at the beggar's sad eyes,
"Is there not a thing for yourself that you can do?
For to look to strangers and say you need their help today
is proof of addictions that simply aren't worthy or due.

Get a job!"

"You're the fool," said the beggar to the king,
"for to think that your riches and things
might make you better than beggars who live on the street.
For while my addiction is horrid
at least I've got brains up in my head
and if give the choice on your throne I'd be resting my feet."

And as the sad king ran away
not knowing the words he should say,
the beggar, he laughed and shouted these words to the king,
"Run like the fool that you are
for never will you run so far
that tomorrow you'll come running
to hear the words beggars must sing.

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 10

"I'm tired of fighting this dirty way.
I'm tired of it all.
I'm tired of living on Poetry Hill
and fighting in spite of it all.
I'm tired of being the king," he said.
"With no queen it's just not the same.
Tomorrow, I will go down to the village
and hope none knows my name."

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 9

I haven't written a poem today!
I haven't written a poem.
How can I be the king of poems and things
when I haven't written a poem?

Voting for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere continues but in the meantime please enjoy a poem.

 

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 8

The castle walls, though solid and tall,
were more like prison than fort.
And his enemies, to bring him down,
'twas nothing they'd not resort.
And all of his stones cast high and alone
were pulled from his own castle walls
'til one spring day when the king he did say,
"I'm causing my kingdom to fall."

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 7

Just when enemy
think they got me trapped, I
develop Haiku bomb.

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 6

To his north the lines were drawn.
They hated  him, it seemed.
And to his south were many more
who thought less of his dreams.
From east to west they did their best
to put him in his place,
saying, "Soon we will destroy you
and all you hold in grace."

And the king cried....

King Of Poetry Hill, Part 5

The king said, "I don't give a damn,
I'm the king and it's my way.
If they don't like what I'm doing
they can walk the lost highway.
I'm going to pull out all the stops--
every rhyme and tired cliche
'cause I'm the one who calls the shots
and they'll do what I say."

King Of Poetry Hill Part 4

The king, he cried, the king, he sighed,
"Why don't they love me more?
Alone behind these castle walls
is a state I do deplore.
Outside, black knights, they ride about
upon their mighty steeds
each one ready to do me in
for the tiniest of deeds."

With every line and every verse
his strange addiction just got worse
and while servants stood at beck and call
he pushed them out the castle walls
until the day the soldiers came
chanting death unto his name
and so it was a call to war
for bragging rights and nothing more.

The King Of Poetry Hill Part 2

The king of Poetry Hill
was a lonely, bitter man
who penned his poems so brilliantly
but didn't understand
rhyme and verse do not make terse
the strings that bind their hearts
and so it was this broken king
with all his rhymes and pretty things
became victim of the words he'd sling
as he fired to shoot them down.