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March 2 2012 5 02 /03 /March /2012 17:23

His hand trembled lightly as he reached out to brush the stray tendrils of dark hair from her eyes, glistening with tears. Cupping her face gently, his eyes searching their depths, the windows to the soul, a silent sob catches in her throat. Their bodies,...
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 21:15

She talks of death, thinking that to die will make her one with the earth, one with the sky. Thinking there is no more, and tired of this plane, she longs for the next, one with no pain. Pain is the acid burn of our psyche, as it stretches and grows;...
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 21:05

The world goes eternally So does everything in it. The centuries pile endlessly Yet, each lifetime, but a minute. We must grab each scent wafting by And garb ourselves in wildflowers; Life should be a natural high As we wander this path of ours. Blaze...
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 20:10

three quarter turn sideways glance just out of range the shadows dance unfocus yet focus let it blur if u look at it sideways something will stir stir the shadows stir the shades part the misty haze of grey shapes will form become defined know it now...
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 19:46

1 One hundred million Things to think about, don’t read aloud. With it Faster and faster can’t go back or relax. How the World turns phasing back and forth; North, South, East West. Just guess, now forced to be the best. But I’m So far away looking down...
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 03:36

No One, Mom--take 2 Walkiing along, never alone, sharing all with a friend-- a friend for all seasons. One looks to the left, one to the right, then you can enter a safe street. Melding totally, amidst pealing gaiety-- laughter, ever sweeter when shared....
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March 1 2012 4 01 /03 /March /2012 00:56

(Yeah, I admit I liked the Monkees--so sue me. They were fun. In honor of Davy's passing, I am moving this up from the archives. At a concert he once mentioned Camelot, so this is for him. Of course, he probably coulda written it more betta). I sit here...
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February 29 2012 3 29 /02 /February /2012 16:35

Frolic with the tonal spectrum In spaces of a dream, Vibrate in synchronicity upon The colored stream, Merge within the rainbow overture Of fugues in golden browns, Straddle chords of vivid hues to Visit far away suns. Dive into the cosmic core Of glossy...
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February 29 2012 3 29 /02 /February /2012 16:31

The fluttering breeze, Gently caressing. Warm and lightly. Sunlight filtering through, The shade of and aged oak. Ripples across the lake, Glittery haze, Of a diamonds hue. White clouds floating, In a sky of blue. Lost in the memory, Of a silent reverie...
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February 28 2012 2 28 /02 /February /2012 14:54

(Note: Originally published under misc poems--people said they couldn't find it, so I pulled it out--may do so with a couple others.) Mystic Window (take 1) A magic window, milked opaque By lessons learned in ignorance; A portal thru which dreams come...
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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