The parallax pomposity
Of an overly anxious man.
A cantilevered view
Through a spyglass made of sand.
Self-aware, in stalwart effort,
His reflection did he admire.
Until put to death…
By executioners hand…
As ordered by the Sire.
A QUEEN’S CONSORT… a poem
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Kevin Parish 
Intriguing poem Kevin, well written!😊 ❤️ Happy Monday!
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Thank you, Jenna! I found that I didn’t spend any time on WP this weekend. Busy… Also, I have a new hobby… Acrylic pouring… Very cool stuff! Happy Monday!
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You’re very welcome. 😊 It’s good to spend time doing all the different things we love. Sounds like fun!
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I like the story this poem tells.
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Boy, I wouldn’t want to be that guy…. What a Grizzly end! 😉
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Ha… I know! As this good ole southern boy grew up hearing… “too big for his breeches…” Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Anytime! Keep Writing!
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Cheers!
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Interesting! 🙌🏼
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That’s a good word for it… 😁😳
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I wonder, if in the last days, when believers are beheaded for not denying Christ will we see a reflection of a smile on our face…knowing where we are going.
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Well, first lets hope we aren’t beheaded, and second we know we will smile when we go… ;-)))
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