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December 13 2011 2 13 /12 /December /2011 00:41

My sister, Karen Lou (nee Coleman) Forde, was born April, 21st, 1942, in Bend, Oregon. Why Oregon? I do not know. I never knew my parents, once they left Kansas, ever lived anywhere, but California. Obviously, my knowledge—or lack thereof—was unimportant...
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December 13 2011 2 13 /12 /December /2011 00:35

As my mother died when I was but five, it is difficult to recall personal memories of her. Most of “my memories” are borrowed from stories told to me by me grandmother and grandfather. Those were few and far between, as neither was supportive of my mom...
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December 13 2011 2 13 /12 /December /2011 00:30

My father, Kenneth Harry Coleman, was born in Higgins, Texas, October 19th (?), 1909. He was born to Clarence Gaither and Mary Lou (nee: Davis) Coleman and was their only child. My grandmother remarried after divorcing my grandfather, and had three other...
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December 11 2011 7 11 /12 /December /2011 15:35

Skidding through the streets of insanity that glisten from the tears of regret; I wait at the intersection, with the alleyway of self-deception, spinning off in circles of discontent. Eyes tight with the cement of confusion, blindly seeking self-disillussionment;...
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December 11 2011 7 11 /12 /December /2011 15:32

The heart and mind are forever a mystery to me. As soon as I think I have a handle on either one, I find I really do not have a clue. I get some hair-brained idea and think: hey! Now I understand that feeling, that thought; a day, a week, a year later,...
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December 8 2011 4 08 /12 /December /2011 23:34

Look with eyes anew and see a dance most wondrous Sublime entwining Mystical swaying A dance of beauty and of life ever joyous The safflowers dance with the bees As do the clouds when led by the wind Squirrels scamper through rustling trees While below...
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December 8 2011 4 08 /12 /December /2011 23:20

The widow hangs there in her solitude Waiting patiently Seemingly unaware she nonchalantly tests each fiber of her web Sensitive to the vibration of the smallest prey Her hourglass timepiece static in a world of our time Time is nothing to her as she...
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December 8 2011 4 08 /12 /December /2011 21:07

A milky teardrop of dew rolling down a velvet petal, joyous in its brief moment-- sharing life with the rose. It doesn’t think of death— only of life—recycling, sharing another moment of ecstasy elsewhere. Perhaps in its next life it will kiss a tulip,...
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December 8 2011 4 08 /12 /December /2011 20:50

Rain gently washing the sky giving us a crisp, clean tomorrow. A fragrance of life as each raindrop’s bouquet blossoms. Rain mistily rounding the corners softly burnishing the earth around us forming rippling reflective mirrors. Mirrors that reflect the...
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November 28 2011 1 28 /11 /November /2011 23:41

Mother’s bond with the child cannot truly be fathomed by the father. We know it is there. We admire it and sometimes, when we’re young, resent it, but we recognize it. When my first-born came into the world, I was yet a pup, myself. Her mother and I were...
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Overview

  • : poetry-doggeral-et-al's name
  • : A mix of poetry, doggeral (intentionally mispelled (sic) as it IS doggerel), stories, familial stuff, and disjointed thoughts, posted to hopefully elicit dailogue(s), arguments, and/or a reader's ideas, poetry, etc. It is not polished, not especially literate, certainly not universal--sorry, it is just me.
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  • A pre-pubescent brain in an aging shell. One of a million monkeys, pounding a million keyboards, for a million years, hoping to write one good poem. A dreamer.
  • A pre-pubescent brain in an aging shell. One of a million monkeys, pounding a million keyboards, for a million years, hoping to write one good poem. A dreamer.

NOTE--Please Read

For specific interests, please click on specific interest(s) found in category box below "Links"  on right side, below.

Poetry and Doggeral: Ken's poetry

Stories and Fables: Ken's Prose

Thot-Jots: Ken's ramblings on various things

Family: Ken's biographical and autobiographical items--probably of little interest to non-family, maybe not even them.

Other categories: self-evident--I hope

 

You may notice some refreshingly different poetry on the blog. It is from a friend of mine who goes by Eyeshy

My ex-son-in-law, David, has been published here, now, as well.

Another newby: happybluetoes. She writes glimpses, short stories, and poetry. Welcome her with a comment.

Neominini has his first contribution on the blog. If you like his songs please do two things: enter a comment at the end of the article, and go to links down on right side of Home Page and go to his web-site, where you can listen to his music. Enjoy. 

Elisha Kayne--a published author has kindly contributed to the blog. Check her out.

 

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My personal favorites:

The Girl With the Cheshire Grin--absolutely my current "kc" favorite poem(?)

In My Soul (poetry-doggeral)

Camelot (poetry-doggeral)

Rain (a friend's poetry)

Cathedral (thot jots)

Mystic Window 1&2 (poetry-doggeral)

Do ye ken

The Kiss

Why do I tremble

Miranda--a work in-process