The Holy Man

A woman wise of worldly things

once met a holy man, who confused kings,

“Hell low” he said as she walked by.

“Hi” was her unthinking reply.

I asked “Why do you disagree

with this man who is holy?

and declare, that Hell is High?”

She replies with a confused sigh

“Holey? What do you mean,

his clothes look fine to me.”

Then the holy man promptly said,

“Believe!” she did reply, “no, I swat it dead.”

When the holy man responded, “let us pray”

The woman quickly walked away.

“He must be a gardener,” I heard her say,

“to talk of Lettuce that way.”

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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