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November 11 2011 5 11 /11 /November /2011 04:46

Due to my current state-of-mind I find myself thinking about the duality within me—maybe within all of us. When this duality within people is mentioned it is usually either in a negative context or humorously, rarely recognized as part of the Human Condition....
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November 10 2011 4 10 /11 /November /2011 22:13

Mama left in fifty-two. She was forty-four; I was five. I lost my dad that very same year; I didn’t think I would survive. Mama actually died— Dad self-embalmed with Thunderbird. I was sent to live with my grandma, Dad went to Folsom—so I heard. Grampa...
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November 8 2011 2 08 /11 /November /2011 16:31

As Ra rode his Chariot of light past the horizon and into bed for the long night, it was as if it splashed into a molten sea, giving rise to splattering of colors unlike any seen before. I was accustomed to seeing the splendor of his nocturnal palace...
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November 8 2011 2 08 /11 /November /2011 16:27

I soared with the eagle to its aerie on the high crags of the rugged Sierra Madres; I have swooped with hawk, free-falling at the speed of silent death, looking for repast; I raced with the ponies across the Arizona scrub; and I have frolicked with the...
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November 2 2011 3 02 /11 /November /2011 00:25

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a slightly chubby, but Intrinsically Handsome Prince. He wooed and wed the most beautiful Princess in the Known Universe. Theirs was a match made in Heaven, but alas, they lived on Earth, not in Heaven. To stay...
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October 15 2011 6 15 /10 /October /2011 18:34

The be-flowered idealism of youth may have deteriorated into a de-flowered cynicism of old age. I keep thinking I am youthful in my thinking; youthful in my expectations; youthful in my dreams. I have to question my own self-perception as I look at today's...
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October 15 2011 6 15 /10 /October /2011 00:02

Truth: Fact or Fiction--Can Percepttion be Trusted or Do We Have Choices? Seems to me we all bandy words and perceptions, such as fact or truth, with much abandon. I find such terms to be mostly perception, belief, even wishful thinking. I do agree on...
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October 14 2011 5 14 /10 /October /2011 23:48

The Perfect Man--fact or fiction? So many people act as if they have to settle when choosing a mate, because "no one is perfect". Too bad they are feeling this way; a way that either allows them to feel superior, or to beleive they will ultimately be...
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October 11 2011 2 11 /10 /October /2011 19:44

Nocturne Post Partum Waning night pencilled in a silhouetted dawn Streaking the pale-blue, white like fade Levi seams. While I, with bleary eye, from loss of sleep, half-sawn, Wearily broke the bonds of half-remembered dreams. 1993 your voice shuttled...
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September 15 2011 4 15 /09 /September /2011 16:07

Well, I guess it's time to come outa the closet! I have a feminine side. Yep. And I embrace it; I do not fear it; I do not think I am--after 64 years of heterosexuality--gay; I do not think it diminishes me as a man. In fact, I think I am enhanced by...
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  • : 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