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“Follow my vision; follow the light!”
Bellowed the prophet on stage that night
I’d watched him climb from a pit of fire
And saw him float higher and higher
“Look at me; resist the sin!
Come! Follow me. Give in. Give in!”
The crowd around me looked on and cheered
The man on stage looked back and sneered
Those at the front didn’t stand a chance
Already hypnotised into a trance…
I think I was too, eyes starting to close…
“Now cast aside your unholy clothes!”
They stripped naked, one by one,
The nightmare now truly begun
My shirt was opened to the waist,
Enough, I decided; I needed space
To get away, to find somewhere to hide
So I fled the tent to the hills outside.
Very fitting for this weekend of Shakespeare celebrations – the rhythm and flow superb and like a bad dream when you are exposed running for the hills often seems like the best plan
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Thanks, Jae. Yes, it had a bit of a nightmarish edge to it. Running for the hills is always the best option in such circumstances!
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You got out while the going was good.
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And just in time, Oldegg! 😀
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Impressive talent to look at a bunch of words and see a story emerge. So glad you got free TL… VK
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Thanks, VK. These Wordles are fun!
I have a quick think for an idea of where I want to go, and then the words lead. And yes – freedom is always best!
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Brilliant, and wonderfully Shakespearian. Run!
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Thank you, Keith. And I’m pleased that you think so! 🙂
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Haha! A smart move, I believe. Those damned prophets and their forked tongues. Run for the hills!
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Run! Run!
Yes, Brenda, exactly! Good job the exit was near!
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Wonderful tribute for this special man whose work has lasted 400 years..I wonder if our blogs will last as long hehe..
Have a wonderful week Tom.. off on hols.. So see you when I return… xxx
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Thanks, Sue, but the prophet I write about here is a completely different one to the one whom you refer! 🙂
I’m pretty sure our blogs will last forever (I say as I’m quickly thinking of any post I may delete before forever comes!)
And ooh, lovely! Enjoy your holiday – see you when you get back! 😀
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Immediate and real. I think prophets and poets share the same spiritual genes. And there are far more false prophets than true ones,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/as-nightingales-sing/
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True, Elizabeth. And thanks. I like to refer to myself as a false poet. I write rhymes and groups of words that don’t rhyme, but I stop short of calling any of them poetry. I just like playing with words.
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The layers are deep and disturbing… in a good way…
Well done, Tom!
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Thanks, CM… just like a good nightmare! 😀
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Your title made me chuckle….and the story is wonderful…..so glad you ran for those hills with your pants still on 😉
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Thanks, CC… but you’re glad? Believe you me, I’m gladder!!! 😀
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Words well placed in your wordle. I like it. Well done, Tom.
Incidentally, when I placed my blog on ‘Private’ it deleted some of my blog followings. Weird … ??? Anywho … I’ve followed you again.
Isadora
p.s. now, I’m really, really going to eat something. LOL
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Thanks, Isadora, I’m pleased you liked my placings! 🙂
And thanks for following me again – I think the private setting resets things, but you’d think it would be the other way around really, wouldn’t you? Outside in rather than inside out…
Did you get anything nice?
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Well out of there, I suspect.
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You suspect correctly, J!
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Good move, I’d say!
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Thanks, Misky. I agree wholeheartedly!
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Good piece Tom! 🙂
There are too many false gurus out there… 😦
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin. Yes, there are!
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