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Beggar Prophet

Updated on March 22, 2017
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

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Ragged prophet, friend of mine
Spirit so pure, so tender and kind.
Ragged prophet, wrinkles for friends
Speaking truths of life's horrid ends.

Ragged prophet, rags for clothes
Bones for shoes, trails of woes.
Eyes of truth groveling at One
Of all your wars, you seldom won.

Ragged prophet, lonesome and sad
Never sharing a life you never had.
From youth to old, days on days
Wandering ways, lovers of clay.

Ragged prophet, valiant to few
Limbs for walk, eyes for truth.
A sun up, a sundown counted once
A rusted crown, a doddling dunce.

Ragged prophet, no birth paper seen
Wandering telling of those of being.
Coming with clouds of vengeance true
Able to slice down lies running through you.

Ragged prophet, no pity you spark
Walk by us as in days of dark.
Sip the red water o' soul so forlorn
Raising the children not yet so born.

Ragged prophet, no name you give
A shaky hand, a crust to live.
A filthy abode an alleyway for sleep
At life's end many lives to reap.

Ragged prophet walks alone
Ne'er twisting, bending your wistful tone.
Ne'er crawling on liar's knees
Bones of cruelty your forehead sees.

Ragged prophet here only for a thought
Seeking one breath you never sought.
Dancing on raven wings so quick
Melting evil's wax so filthy and thick.

Ragged prophet, your music is gone
Your one lonely friend is now alone.
Lonesome tries a new coat of blue
Hoping, praying, sun will not see you.

Ragged prophet, allies run
Days are over, no setting of sun.
Eyes are weak, just pain do they see
Suffering plenty, far little glee.

Ragged prophet, words are but few
Your talking and pleading are on the dew.
A line drawn for evening's end
Only pink-hued truth, no story's feint bend.

Ragged prophet, butterfly is now gone
Snow falls easy watching you alone.
Creeping, kneeling on last knee to seek
A valley made high--was once a jagged peak.

Ragged prophet, flowers whisper your name
Singing angel children dance for your fame.
Creation stumbleth, but no one sees
Ragged prophet's death on his knees.

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© 2017 Kenneth Avery

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Elijah,

      Thank you for your time, comment, and views.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Neetu Vilkhu,

      I am very happy to meet you even in this comment.

      Thanks so much.

      I dare not take this or any work for granted.

      Followers too.

      Write soon.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Nithya Venkat,

      Thank you so very much for your precious

      words. I appreciate you very much.

      Please write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Three Keys,

      You achieved every meaning that I could

      possibly write in this one hub.

      Very astute.

      Write me to me often.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Jody,

      Well, thank you kindly for being such a good heart.

      I am very impressed by your comment.

      And amazed.

      Thank you much for the comment and following.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hey, Ruby Jean,

      May I be serious?

      You, my Great Friend, have such a warm and tender

      spirit that it defies my adjectives in order to express

      to just how tender you really are.

      This is all the truth.

      Thank you so very much for every comment.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hey, Moon Lei,

      You are very appreciated for taking time to

      read this poem.

      I just hope that you read this more than

      three times--in order to see the metaphorical

      reasonings in the rhymes.

      Write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 4 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Sakina :)

      I want to extend to you, My Sincere

      Thanks and Humble Words given to you

      in this hub.

      Believe me, this one hurt. Why? I can

      only wish.

      Peace

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      Sakina Nasir 4 months ago from Kuwait

      Great hub Kenneth, my dear friend. :) The poem is beautifully described and the rhyme scheme is unique. God bless you and this amazing talent of yours. Keep it up!

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      Moon Lei 4 months ago from Moon Crater

      Rhymes and repetition. I love it.

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      Neetu Vilkhu 4 months ago from Toronto

      Very beautifully written and expressed! Very gifted...

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 4 months ago from Washington DC

      Very well said, Kenneth. However, from my perspective I do not believe prophets beg. The Bible's prophet, Elijah, was fed by ravens, a widow housed him and his needs were always met as he did the work he was sent to do. Other than calling a prophet a beggar your narrative reflects prophets since most have usually appeared to live and do things civilized man would never do, as seen by Daniel, Jeremiah, Ezekiel and prophets of other religions I've studied.

      Well done my brother.

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      Jody Hall 4 months ago

      You are a beautiful soul, I've known for a very long time...God bless you and all you love...

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      Nithya Venkat 4 months ago from Dubai

      Beautifully expressed, the state of the ragged prophet is indeed a sad story.

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      ThreeKeys 4 months ago from Australia

      This is a beautifully written story. This poem stirs up tenderness, sadness and remorse.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This was sooo beautiful Kenneth. Your gift of poetry is amazing! Bravo....