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March 11 2012 7 11 /03 /March /2012 19:16

how bad how bad it must have been how much pain how much pain you must have been in how dark how deep the secret keep forever sleep no one wants to die alone you called and called no one home in the end you died alone what says that for us we loved you...
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March 10 2012 6 10 /03 /March /2012 16:23

You may see me whisping by like a wasp on a mission, But it’s probably because I’ve got to go pee and it’s intermission. Funny thing is I feel like I’m about to pee my pants. So, I can’t stop and leave this all to chance. I feel so bottled up too much...
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March 9 2012 5 09 /03 /March /2012 20:06

pause retreat back up slow slowly slowly slowly go fluid movements soft n slow nothing quick let nothing show step back slowly back inside back inside where shadows hide gently easing out of sight gently fade into night slip below the surface calm naught...
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March 8 2012 4 08 /03 /March /2012 11:26

i dont know where to go where to start when to slow lost so lost i want sawdust fresh n clean sawdust sprinkled in a dream sawdust sprinkled eyelashes blinking over green he always smelled of sawdust wood was his trade and art his scent mixed with sawdust...
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March 8 2012 4 08 /03 /March /2012 11:22

Everyone else knows what this life is about. Figure it out. Muhammad with his angels and jinn’s And Jesus died forgiving our sins Who wants to be Gods chosen people Killing for the prayers under a dome or a steeple The promise of apocalypse, so full of...
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March 7 2012 3 07 /03 /March /2012 14:43

(Have gone back n forth about qualifying this thot-jot, but a phone call decided it for me. This was about someone a long time ago, but is applicable to a current friend; a friend I do not know how to help, but would like to see garner some self-esteem....
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March 7 2012 3 07 /03 /March /2012 14:32

a day oh a day blue skies big white clouds wind in our faces laughing out loud tangled in kite string tangled in love soaring and flying with our kite up above arms round my middle spin me around tripping on kite string fell to the ground laugh till we...
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March 7 2012 3 07 /03 /March /2012 14:27

(Haven't we all wanted this "five" sometime in our life?) only please i beg just five minutes more please i beg i beg please plead implore five more minutes let me share touch his cheek stroke his hair please just for five just for five only five let...
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March 6 2012 2 06 /03 /March /2012 02:04

The oscilloscopic pattern of the heat waves flickering above the pavement is a fog that blurs the highway’s future. Can they be a doorway to another possibility—another dimension. Only way to find out is to drive through and see what becomes. The broken...
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March 5 2012 1 05 /03 /March /2012 18:21

(Note: Another new contributor, welcome angel with a comment on this piece, please). I Can Not: I can not make a world, or hold it in my hand. I can not make the lighten flash across the land. I can not take you heart or mold it… that was not my plan....
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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