Best Keens Poems
She has strong shoulders and hands,
able to bear any burden
carried by a man
She possesses a firm mind,
a steely resolve that bends
to no Y-chromosome kind
Yet she retains the heart of a woman
My woman is she,
her man is me
The heart of this woman
is the bravest heart
I've ever been blessed to see
She has sturdy hips and feet,
able to move mountains
of entrenched sexist disparity
She keens an unbreakable will
Mistaking her femininity as a weakness
will leave you always fighting her uphill
It's a battle you can't win,
because you already lost
before the conflict even began
She had you pegged right from the start,
a macho bully ... not very smart
Get you unfocused, upend your apple cart
Diminish your ego and you will meekly depart
Did I mention that my woman has the biggest heart
The heart of a woman like her,
can't be dominated by no man
She gives her heart to me freely,
just as I give mine with loving reciprocity
Yes, she has the heart of a woman unchained,
my warrior woman she will always remain
Categories:
keens, identity, inspirational, strength, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"
A Dream: the 4th Christmas.
deck the halls
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
where presents
a life
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at
frostily forgotten
tucked under
that big
beautiful
green fir tree
where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted
ripe cherries
kissed
crassly
under mistletoe
Ah Christmas
capture me up
in your safe
magic arms
let me sip
the nectar from
your sweet eggnog cups
like Puck’s flower flows
on sultry lips
and eyelids
“love-in-idleness”
"The juice of it
on sleeping eyelids laid
will make man
or woman
madly dote
upon the next
live creature
that it sees”
poet or pup
crimson berries crushed
against a velvet tongue
bedazzled and
bewitched
fires crackling
logs like legs
drop and wrap around
the flames
while in my dreams
I await beneath
the sugar coated
blankets of a bed
charmed by snowflakes
dusting houses in a row
through misted windows
where “paper people....
dream
their cardboard dreams”
“how unreal
the whole thing seems
can we be living in a world
that is made of paper mache?
Everything is clean
and so neat
anything that is wrong
can be just swept away”
inside is very still...
not shaken
like a snowglobe -
surreal
damned be
the dams of
Love-in-Idleness
where eyes reflect
your shadow
in my dream
like opium smoke
across cracked glass
remember how we
all once were
some beautiful happy
if we could just pull the chord
so fresh out of ...
class
rewind our time
rewind it
to yesterday
like a toy
across the
ocean bobbing
like a buoy
an Iceberg keens and cries
Nutcracker twirls
Sugarplum
Kris Kringle Kisses
Kalliope
Oberon...
reals
Titania in
Slo mo’
Magic
mmm
Romance
lacy
frosty
melting
snow.
An iceberg cries
in time with
Christmas eyes
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Paper Mache” / Dionne Warwick
https://youtu.be/85TK2Bia6w8
"There must have been some magic in
That old top hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around"
Categories:
keens, christmas, dark, light,
Form:
Romanticism
An Aquarian Goddess with a wolf power animal
She often keens at the moon, howling her truth
Others are a bit frightened at her confidence.
Being her mother, I understand her spiritual ways.
She is an empath, needing space.
Picking up on emotions of others takes energy
The only way she can live her truth is to push them away.
Some think she is dismissive, cold, stand offish.
They could not be any further from her truth.
She keens and chants and drums her days into submission
Giving them savage glances, to fend them off….
Because she has to get rid of the sad feelings of this earth world
A world she fits not easily into
Being an empath, a clairvoyant, a Goddess of Wolves.
Categories:
keens, animal, woman,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In the countryside where I walk
Are memories of old, in colors of sunny gold
The grass is green, the wind gently keens
and days are never cold
In the midst of stillness stands a barn
red and sturdy on a farm
The sweet smell of hay,
the mooing of cows bring memories
of home and unrestricted play
Kids played hop- skotch and fired sling -shots
A time of milk pails and iron pots
Mama's washing hung on the line
waving in the wind in 2/4th time
The sturdy barn brought a moment of bliss
As I smelled the hay in the darkened loft
I realized how much I so miss
my mother's loving touch.
Categories:
keens, farm,
Form:
Rhyme
I languish on a sea of untamed thoughts
I am powerless to reign
The tempest within
Some say there are no new stories
But this way I have not been,
So my story keens
As an infant borne
In the bowels of a ship
Seeking stormy release, fearing the deep
Knowing not what is known
As the word winds sweep
Safe to the shore , where I land in a heap
Alone but with relief. Released.
Categories:
keens, angst, appreciation,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.
Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.
Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.
Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.
Who comes?
Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.
Categories:
keens,
Form:
Narrative
A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence. Cold wind keens
Through the mis-shapen trees nearby; the thin sound
Is haunting, a threnody played by a distant piper.
A gust catches the loose board on a ruined farmhouse,
The sudden bang provoking a startled shiver.
Splashing rain against the cheek awakens dormant
Memories, and the landscape turns barren, a
Wasteland, the pond revealed as a smoking crater.
Vision clears. In the distance, a red poppy marks
Where the defiant piper fell, his lament for himself.
Categories:
keens, death, memory, world war
Form:
Sonnet
A solitary Life
When birds return
To their destination
After the day’s exertion
Before darkness befall
They have a lot of antecedents
To exchange, express and listen,
To see and show
And to bear and embalm
Which they exchange
With their keens
Before sleep casts its slumber
But desire of coaxing and rumination
Remains embedded
Within the boundary of heart
When a bird use to lead
A solitary life
It preserves all the happenings
Whatever it hands on
During daily experiences
In the sleepy aspiration
Of a day
When through the stairs of rainbow
Would step down to join
One more life
This is how does it differ, my dear
That is your life
This is my life.
Categories:
keens, analogy, angst, community, emotions,
Form:
Blank verse
The crack of dawn shows me its claws,
the path of happiness between the dragons jaws,
shimmering rays pierce the curtains without flames,
all this in pursuit of happiness.
With my feeble feet i take head of the hurdle,
i make strength to jump over the paddle
life's tasks are not wishes on a saddle's
all this in pursuit of happiness
Risks are essential to meet your goals,
crushing every hope underground like moles,
teaching us the concept of chemistry moles,
all this in pursuit of happiness.
The drive to be best at your game,
constant preparations never subdue your flame
only becoming the king to grow more fame,
all this in pursuit of happiness.
The sunsets as i break from life,
working hard for my children and wife
to give my keens the best of life,
all this in pursuit of happiness.
Categories:
keens, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I can envision you when I seal my eyes at night,
Thinking how you?re physical attributes may compel my vision,
And intrigue my sensual being.
When we converse its like I?ve known your psyche for years,
And the equivalent is just overwhelmed by your intellect dialogue.
You achieve the ambition to be something exquisite in life,
That makes the humanity be flabbergasted by you,
And assertive by your egotistical stature.
When you are glanced at by the society,
you illustrate this prestige of admiration to be bestowed upon you.
Your educational standpoint is immaculate,
And makes other resentment your spirit;
But it keens them to enhance themselves in life.
You are the one that God prepared for eye scrutiny,
And to allow other women to seek the precision of an authentic woman. .
You articulate about u want a operate in your life,
And not declare some ill-mannered perception of what others may bestowed in
times.
You never had bitter in your heart,
Just the motivation to know that God will propel the genuine one to you,
And you will remain patiently for them to come.
Your common sense is zealous on diversion,
And knows authentic from the replica of impostors of your heart.
My thought of you radiate in my mind,
And torments me furiously at night because I can?t touch your skin.
But through the prayer to my heavenly being,
I know one day I shall convene your perception.
And when I do congregate you,
My yearning is blessed by observing you.
So One,
You assemble in my dreams,
And I linger for you in my heart.
Categories:
keens, inspirational, love, visionary, god,
Form:
Lets Get On Our Knees
Jesus knows there is something that is wrong,
As Jesus is wanting you to stay here with Him.
Jesus knows you have somewhere else to go,
Why don't you make yourself at home and stay with Jesus?
And you won't ever want to leave.
Lets get on our knees, To pray, and rest you in Jesus' arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lets get on our knees,To pray ,There;s no need to leave so soon.
Jesus has been trying all your life long just to talk to you.
As your life is not nearly on the rise
As we still have the moon and stars above.
Within the beautiful velvet sky,
Love of your Brothers and Sisters is all that matters.
A long with the love and faith of Jesus.
Lets get on our keens, to pray, and rest you in Jesus' arms.
Don't you think you want someone to talk to?
Lets get on our knees, To pray, for our Brothers and Sisters.
Jesus has been trying all their life just to talk to them
Dr. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015.
Categories:
keens, bible, christian, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Verse
There is the undertone of a haunting melodic presence
unheard by others because she wants my attention
I do not immediately recognize her lamenting song
however her voice is unique and cuts to my reptilian brain
My heart keens to her presence, there is a sorrowful joy
I have not heard her song for over twenty-eight years.
It is a day for listening and appreciating her ethereal efforts
Proof that spirit can return to this side of the veil.
Categories:
keens, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
As the north wind keens from polar shores,
In the souls of ghosts with frozen claws
To rattle and rap on frosted panes,
Whistle through rafters and howl in drains.
Sweeping the dust of intricate lace,
Blanketing streets adrift in space,
Penguin-eyed dreamers retire to beds
With albino bats flapping storms in their heads.
Sleep in the snow drifts gently befalls,
Icicles hanging from railings and walls,
Love tells of pain as only love can,
Heard and revered by each woman and man.
Down in the dungeon of dark and desire,
Stars slit the blackness with passion and fire,
Somewhere a heart turns away from the cold
Transforming dead ashes to silver and gold.
As the north wind blows a frigid refrain
The power lines fail so the night may remain,
Love lights the candles as only love can,
Graced and embraced by each woman and man.
Categories:
keens, life, love, passion, people,
Form:
Verse
My heart leaps a bit at this sparkle of tears
Created by raindrops against her gossamer threads
An ordinary spider has created this beauty.
Thunderstorm madness takes nothing away.
I sigh at her beauty,
She holds a place for me
We are true to our selves,
This dazzling wet web and I.
Out of the mist a mockingbird sings
Bursting with enthusiasm
Somewhere in the corner of rain.
Neither of us move, both holding our ground.
A piece of sky for me
A sparkle for her
Uplifting each other away from the crowds
Reverent silence glistens and keens
I weep at the beauty
An ordinary spider web
And yet…
Extraordinary in every way
I will never again be the same.
Entangled and entranced
By this beauty of an everyday thing.
Categories:
keens, extended metaphor,
Form:
Imagism
Life Support
The night is calm and shimmers
in its moonlight coat.
I sit and watch the ocean as I
wrest with dark demons.
The vision engulfs me;
I see her sweet innocence
etched on a pillow of death,
awash with cruel tubes and all
the paraphernalia of dying.
I feel detached as I observe
phosphorous ghosts surfing
like green bobbing lanterns
to a glistening alien beach
Black angels bow my head,
bend my back and hang
huge moral weights about me.
A lone gull keens my torment
Am I to be her executioner?
Must I play God?
Juggling with destinies and
barely conceived dreams.
Where are you my child?
My sweet innocent child.
My mind is a black hole full
of question marks and
dark destroying God hatred.
The ocean whispers to me
and gently caresses my soul
I know the right path…
I knew all along
I stand wearily, turn and
look at the brilliant silhouette
of the hospice. It calls to me.
She calls to me.
I stumble and cry out but
the ocean has made me resolute.
I make my way to the switch
that will end her torment
and begin mine.
Categories:
keens, angst, child, death, farewell,
Form:
Free verse