Written for:  The Twiglets #108 – “with great secrecy”

He ran his government
with great secrecy
and many lies.

Numerous valuable jewels
were hidden
in the old man’s manor. By
the time death took him, he
could not remember where
his map was, nor where any
of the gems had been placed.
Greedy heirs arrived
with hammers, axes–a myriad
of tools of destruction.
The scavengers left
the manor in ruins, no richer
for their avarice.

A young man who could not keep secrets
was entrusted, told not to repeat it
by a philanderer caught
in the act wearing naught
He freaked, somewhat piqued when Facebook exposed him, a cheat.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Secrecy

  1. Jules says:

    I have missed your Limericks…
    Your second verse though reminds me of a show I saw about a castle in Europe where some treasures were sort of hidden in plain sight, or rather the secreted hinges of door moldings – that the son found decades later. And of the room in the depths that still held treasures that probably should be returned to the country of origin…


  2. Misky says:

    I adore your limericks! 😂


  3. Violet Lentz says:

    Delightfully told.Unfortunately not just the stuff of make believe.. Ans cute limerick too!!


  4. whimsygizmo says:

    Too much truth to this. Well done.


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