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The Jester

The JESTER The King leaves his court to go hunting on horseback and the fresh forest becomes the Palace. His footmen dance around his wishes like whirling dervishes falling into a trance. What visions appear to the sightless? A jester gestures the insanity with mocking virtue of fools who hunt the Golden Bear and return with empty hands full; their delight the reason for more folly but no one outwardly laughs at the King, yet behind his back they sing of the madness, the search for lasting things in the forest of time, secure in the bosom of a blind and naked King.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/15/2016 7:45:00 AM
Very cool Phil, these could be read separately and still make poetic sense. :)
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Date: 12/15/2016 8:49:00 AM
Very observant Paloma, you are the only one who saw that. Thanks :)
Date: 12/11/2016 6:25:00 AM
Hi Phil, This is a well written creative write. It was though you let the reader look inside the head of how a servant , it shows how they really feel about their boss(in this case king). I enjoyed the read. A without a doubt seven: -) Alexis
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Date: 12/11/2016 7:38:00 AM
Thanks Alexis, you are one of the few who got this piece. :)
Date: 11/14/2016 1:55:00 PM
I agree w/Heidi. A very creative poem, Phil. And thought provoking too. Us modern day servants tend to mock the madness of the privileged class. Excellent write. You have a very gifted and creative pen, my friend. Much love and blessings to you. RW (Romantic Warrior)
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Date: 11/15/2016 7:32:00 AM
Thanks RW, your comments are always bang on and appreciated.
Date: 11/6/2016 8:37:00 AM
Wow, that's creative Phil. Great.
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Date: 11/6/2016 8:44:00 AM
Thanks Heidi if you read just the far right of each line you still get the same poem, albeit, very abbreviated.

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