Lines Written in Anticipation of King's Birthday

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prufrock21

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Jun 2, 2011
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The Caribbean
Not as ruler of empires or cosmic fool,
As earth shaker or bridge builder,

As liberator who rides on a beam
Or genteel gentleman gunslinger,

Not even as destroyer and creator
Of imagined dystopias …

Not as any of these but more
As a humble builder of exquisite worlds,

As titan of the printed word,

As horror meister par excellence,
Bold, daring and unique:

We honor and avow
In anticipation of this day,

Unworthy Constant Readers,
In homage being owed,

Respectfully we pay.


Happy Birthday, Mr. King
 

Neesy

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I would have written some lines but I'll just stick with that old saying that "A picture is worth a thousand words"

Happy Birthday on September 21st!
 

Doc Creed

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There once was a writer from Derry,
Whose wife saved his novel called Carrie.
She swiped from the trash
And wiped away ash
And said she thought it was scary.

The King never took to a throne,
But preferred to be writing alone.
He crouched in his nook
Typed out his next book
Vampires- he made it his own.

The next one he wrote while in Boulder,
A haunted hotel but much colder.
It took him six weeks
With valleys and peaks
And his muse smiling over his shoulder.

I can't believe it's been forty years
Since King whispered in all our ears.
He scribbles it down
Yes, one was a clown
And he still knows the heart of our fears.

;)
 

GNTLGNT

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Jun 15, 2007
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There once was a writer from Derry,
Whose wife saved his novel called Carrie.
She swiped from the trash
And wiped away ash
And said she thought it was scary.

The King never took to a throne,
But preferred to be writing alone.
He crouched in his nook
Typed out his next book
Vampires- he made it his own.

The next one he wrote while in Boulder,
A haunted hotel but much colder.
It took him six weeks
With valleys and peaks
And his muse smiling over his shoulder.

I can't believe it's been forty years
Since King whispered in all our ears.
He scribbles it down
Yes, one was a clown
And he still knows the heart of our fears.

;)
....damn son!....that there's purty good.....
 

mal

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Jun 23, 2007
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Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
There once was a writer from Derry,
Whose wife saved his novel called Carrie.
She swiped from the trash
And wiped away ash
And said she thought it was scary.

The King never took to a throne,
But preferred to be writing alone.
He crouched in his nook
Typed out his next book
Vampires- he made it his own.

The next one he wrote while in Boulder,
A haunted hotel but much colder.
It took him six weeks
With valleys and peaks
And his muse smiling over his shoulder.

I can't believe it's been forty years
Since King whispered in all our ears.
He scribbles it down
Yes, one was a clown
And he still knows the heart of our fears.

;)
Me likey. Do more! Do more!