A King Without A Kingdom
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I am a King
without a Kingdom,
in a world
with many masters,
wrapped in the spoils
of a jealous heart,
and my people’s
callous laughter.
Trudging through
a battlefield
of broken dreams
and compromise,
indecision, my
weapon of choice
serves me well
in ‘getting by.’
The chair from which
I rule on high
demands the virtue
of the Gods
and so I keep
well hidden my
humanity
that hems and haws.
Still, my name,
although unknown,
swells with the pride
in which it rocks,
as my spine
curves to the pain
of a kingdom
existent in thought.
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I enjoyed the images your words conjured up for me
My favorite lines were:
indecision, my
weapon of choice
serves me well
in ‘getting by.’
For some reason your poetry always adds to synchronicity already occurring. Thank you for your words of wisdom :).
A moving poem … and brings to mind the Machievellian formula of power. A powerful poem!
This poem builds a great character in my mind. Love it.
~ Megan
A very thought provoking poem!! I love all of it but the last stanza truly speaks to me. Beautifully penned. Nice to see your poems again 🙂
nice images here…i specially like weapon of choice…
Interesting imagery but I do wonder if you can be a king without a kingdom, even if only an internal one.
You have given me a lot to think about here. I wonder if this king desires a kingdom or is happy without one.
This poem resonated with me, even though I’m not a king without a kingdom. Though I did have ambitions to rule the world someday. 😉
Your opening lines are fantastic – a great hook! Your poem encapsulates the conundrum of those in power – hiding their humanity, which the world so needs to see.
Very nice. It invokes the mind palace idea while feeling concrete.
indeed, very true.. love the part of many masters. all fake though.
Perhaps in exile humanity would be more useful than this king imagines. God uses human form when necessary and ripe to walk “his” talk–and yet, if we allow the traditions to die we might find something more truthful growing in there stead? Yes. I got all this from your poem. Thanks.
their stead
Oh I really love your expressions of a king without a kingdom. the rhythm was consistent and you have made me smile today! thanks.
Jamztoma
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I don’t know the inspiration behind your lines, but you reminded of a 70’s Seals and Croft song that I like “King of Nothing”. If you haven’t heard that, look up the lyrics on google. Thanks, and more power to you.
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perhaps the King has a kingdom built without walls, so he may be hidden in plain site…that would be a way to see past all the masks of the world is hiding from…
or..
Maybe the Kingdom is Nature with the sky for a roof, and a grove of trees for walls that has no doors to close…….
a Seeker needs no walls to hold their thoughts or spirit within,
I like this very much, I think the King has a Kingdom that is waiting to be discovered
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose