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...

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"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...

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...the village shivers   a hive of restless souls
skin pricklin' with anticipation
as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin'
                like trapped hummin' birds

the gun cracks — a thunderbolt
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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