Ken Rone Poet Narrative

Chino CIM 91708

The guards said I couldn't make it 
But, there's one not talking now.
     He not talking now. 
They’ll find him in the morning
When you hear that siren howl. 

I've been running through the bushes, 
Through the canyons and the trees.
     Through the trees.
I've been running for my life baby. 
I've been running to get free. 

I'm riding on the night train, 
The bus just takes too long.
     Just too damn long.
No body there can know me 
But the engine knows my song. 

I’m going down Colorado. 
Two days and I’ll be there.
     Coming there. 
I gots to find you woman, 
Run my fingers through your hair.

Keep out of sight babe, 
Stay low until I come.
     I promised I’d come.
I’ll be knowin’ where to find you 
If you keeps your porch light on.

Now they got those bright lights on me
But the lights they're turning black. 
     Slowly turning black.
I ain’t going’ back to Chino, 
Got a bullet in my back. 

Now if you see sweet Angeline, 
Softly tell her that I'm done. 
     My freedom’s done.
But though my broken heart ain’t beatin’,
My soul keeps running on.

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Ann Peck March 9, 2021 at 3:00 PM Oh, Ken, that poem is so sad, even if he is an escapee. I love to read story poems, for want of a better word. I like to write them, too. Your rhyme is perfect! Ken Rone March 11, 2021 at 9:10 AM Thank you as always Ann. I value your comments.

Sotto Poet March 7, 2021 at 1:08 PM I enjoyed reading your verses; it's similar to looking into a nice stream of sweet actions with fantastic imagery related to the five main resentments; life, love, death, and in between, fight and scare. Great poem Ken Ken Rone March 7, 2021 at 3:42 PM Your praises here are insightful to the extreme. Thank you so much! I would love to workshop this poem. .I feel it is still a work in progress.

Robert Lindley March 6, 2021 at 7:51 AM This is truly a fine poem. One that grabbed my attention and kept it with its superb flow, imagery and inspiring tale of desperation, flight, love, life, and death/loss. A fav-- a gem and a great find this morning.. God bless.. Ken Rone March 6, 2021 at 12:39 PM Thank you Robert for reading my piece and taking the time for such an encouraging and substantial reply. You own esteemed library provides inspiration. My best to you.

Mark Koplin March 5, 2021 at 9:43 AM I love how you can tell a story. I really enjoyed your work, great job! Ken Rone March 6, 2021 at 12:44 PM Thank you Mark for the encouragement. Enjoy your day!