the real King's Speech

the real King's Speech

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the real King's Speech




wrongs writing themselves wringing

necks of nefarious but noble

efforts for effective essaying

in short verses writing wrongs

wringing tolls 

of reality's wherewithal


why write?

why not?


the words are knotted knaves

knowing their place

is perversely strung

sadistically, masochistically 


meandering insanely



just let them pass

we will smile


after words.





© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto

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after words." now You are the real King!!! brilliant one my friend, let typos be typoes, let errors be errors, let words be words, each have a special flavor, to think about it, it applies to life too not only writing.

Posted 4 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

thank you for your kind review, lightsong.
Oh, the alliteration is stunning in this one....a tongue twister. I liked the word play of "afterwards" and "after words"....I don't know why you write, but I do know I am happy you do because every one of your poems is a pleasure to read. Never the same, always varied, always wonderful. Lydi**

Posted 5 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you, Lydi, for your kind review...and encouraging since I have been feeling pretty stale latel.. read more
Lydia Shutter

4 Days Ago

I am so glad I was able to do that.
This cunningly fits like a crafty dovetail into that movie. "I'm not a thistle sifter I'm the thistle sifter's son but I shall sift the thistles till the thistle sifter comes." That sort of dovetail.

As they say over there: "Well played,."

Posted 5 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

Okay I tried to say what you wrote....but too much of a twing tuster....thank you, Delmar,
Delmar Cooper

5 Days Ago

I didn't praise your poem enough, just went ripping into my own writing about your writing. Saying .. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

4 Days Ago

appreciate your words, Delmar,
Clever word play, clever alliteration.

why write? why not?

For those who love words, they are driven. They can't help themselves, those words have to pour forth. When they present themselves, you just have to capture them, and quick before they disappear. Yes they can meander insanely. Mine come at all hours of the night. So rude they are, interrupting my sleep on occasions. Writers are used to that. They just have to write. Relatable.


Posted 5 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

thank you for your understanding, Chris...damn words...mind of their own.

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Added on February 19, 2021
Last Updated on February 19, 2021


jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..