Best Ken Poems
In a world of opinions and plastic,
answers to questions become bendable ..
Stretching every which way, when elastic
We have Barbie and Ken, that are able
In a world of, all for me, some for you
Stretching in all ways, being elastic ..
Barbie says this, Ken has a point of view
which causes division, so much static
In a world of fairness, wrong verses right
Stretching in ways that is so dramatic,
views being unmatched, the pulling is tight ..
tension exists, in a world of plastic
Barbie and Ken tangle each point of view
In a world of, all for me, some for you
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Just a little Scribble
~ Lingering thoughts ~
Still trying to understand
A rascal up north, poet Ken,
had retired one night to the den.
He woke to the stares
of six angry bears
and fought them all off with his pen.
for the 'Sencleri-limoku' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
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I adopted a friendly old dog,
a black Lab named Ken
He's not much of a watch dog
but we're great friends
Ken, has a favorite red ball
he takes it everywhere he goes
even to the vet beside the mall
A vision of smiles playing in the snow
One night, I was sleeping in bed
awaken to glass breaking
Bang!.. Yelp!.. My heart sank in dread
thud, thud, thud, my body was shaking
My life flashed before my eyes.
frozen in time, a prisoner in the dark.
I fear death! Will no one hear my cries?
Then reality brought me back, "Arf"!
I felt something hit my chest,
thud, bouncing on the rug.
"Arf," Ken! I should have guest
you scared me, I gave him a hug.
The house is a battle zone
Ken!, You're a bad boy, No! more ball.
His ears went down as he groans,
-dropping the ball at my feet, excited, "Arf", rlay rall" (play ball)
12-4-21
****Fictional****
Form: Acrostic
Don’t walk by,pretend not to see
Outside in the cold is no place to be
Whistle to yourself,think glad it’s not me
No-one can escape their destiny.
No-one can prepare for all trials of life
One day it is bliss the next day is strife
Taking one day at a time is now my life.
Optimism is the only way out
Upturns are ahead I have no doubt
Thinking to myself I am down not out.
Because when I am sensing the dark side
I remember who always stands by side
Through him is where all my power does reside
Thrown away all I have of foolish pride
My love for him is no longer denied
No more drinking shall there be of their flouride
Caught I a glimpse of yonder far hillside
Location found is highly classified
Tell you its close though, time of the Yuletide
Be sure you protect your broadside
This is to make sure that you don't backslide
Vast distance to go before you reach dockside
The seas you travel know they are mystified
Dangers encountered will seemed magnified
At its end you journey will be justified
Ken Norton has had his say
You can win yes you can
He was the man that beat the man
He took his turn and made his stand
Yes Ken Norton was the man
We will always have a chance
When we try to make that stand
Just believe you really can
Beat the man that no one can
I, The Love of Your Life,
am quietly standing by, waiting and watching
for you to appear in my sight
As the sun rise, as the sun set
I, The Love of Your Life,
have nothing to hide, nothing to regret
When the moon comes out
in the still of the night
I, The Love of Your Life, am
waiting and watching with much delight
The door to my heart is opened wide
where your love always reside
In my heart, the place you know, oh, so well
When you are tired and weary
I, The Love of Your Life, will be
waiting and watching for you
to surrender
Anytime, morning, noon, or night
I will be waiting and watching
until you are near to hold me tight
knowing everything will be alright
To you, Ken, from The Love of Your Life,
you can always come home
to a place where love is plentiful
and love is strong
Rosalyn M. Lampkin
Contest by Kristen Bruni
Oh no,
Ken messed up the audio,
This will instill rage into an introverted bro,
I'm serving purpose by not flipping furniture for show,
This show is worthless,
I'm perturbed,
Let's just play Pokemon Go!
I think mic's are magic cuz of my lack of understanding,
Working with a two bit hack devoid of tact is so demanding,
No idea what he's doing,
Losing views to this bad acting,
Audacity must be to complex to be influenced by his actions,
This punks no professional,
So we gon subtitle this transgressional,
It's not a bad reaction to say,
Ken messed up the audio!
Get Krekelered,
Bent with perceptive reflexes,
Removing hexes placed on fairer sexes,
Emotional caresses of feelings protected,
Burn ya to learn ya empathetic lessons,
No stop in sight to these sessions,
Endless supply of indiscretions,
Ripe to analyze with contrite reflections,
These vibes they vibe within prismatic prisms,
Exorcise your demons to exercise livin'.
Dear Old Ken,
Hello there, how are you doing today? I hope you’re doing good, sitting in the past of my life. I knew that letting you control me would end up in a massive war between us, like World War II starting again. There are, however, things you cannot control. Want to know those things? Here I’ll tell you.
Back in your days, motivation and being a leader wasn’t on your “To-Do” list, but it’s on mine. Becoming a poet and a successful writer wasn’t on your list either, but still, it’s on mine. You, Old Ken, never wanted to be successful, nor wanted to become a better person! In your mindset, going place to place, group home to group home, Nebraska to Iowa and back, and most importantly, going from happy to angry really quick would make you feel strong and powerful! BOY YOU’RE WRONG!
Going place to place, group home to group home, becoming happy to angry was only you back. Guess what, look whose standing now! Who is making every day count and whose becoming more successful, you or I? By the looks of it and all of the accomplishments, I’m being more successful! Here, let me explain how;
1. I am a published author with ten poems in my school (which probably you don’t care for)
2. Every teacher and family member has confidence in me succeeding in life (which you don’t care for either)
3. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ for Later-Day Saints. Lastly,
4. I am graduating this December of 2016.
You see, Old Ken that everyone can change if they are willing to put in the effort 100% of their energy. So, I am leaving you with a piece of advice that you will probably hate: GROW UP AND BECOME A MAN!!!
-From
New Ken
Ken (Pleiades)
Kneeling in prayer I’m
Kissed by heavenly rays
Kindling in me flames of
Knowledge bestowed for life
Keeping me strong, safe from
Knuckling under pressure
King of my humble realm.
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Contest: Pleiades ‘K’
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 2nd
© 10th March 2017
*KEN means knowledge
A rascal up north, poet Ken
retired one dark night to his den.
He woke to the stares
of two angry bears
and fended them off with his pen!
Jan. 3, 2018 for the LImerick contest of Joseph May
If lost in yourself,
there’s no need to be found
As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around
They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief
To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs
“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus
They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”
The chanting of laughter,
they march to inane
Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame
(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
We had promised a love so strong
But just blown away by a storm
I wonder how you sing without a song
Just like how you break my heart and now I'm torn.
I remember the words you told me
Those were the sweetest things I've ever heard
And your reflection is all that I can see
But I'm just blinded by the things that you've said.
You moved right over behind my back
But I'm too numb to feel it somehow
I thought you can save me from the dark
But you were gone with your broken vow.
I couldn't see the sun in the sky
'Cause all I have is the dark of me inside
And I got lost the sparks in my eyes
'Cause you are not here by my side.
You left me without a word
Just like an ending song without a note
Now I'm alone on this lonely road
Trying to find my way back home.
I thanked you for leaving me
'Cause you gave me a chance to looked around
Now, I finally home where I should be
Here, beside of the new love that I have found.
Form:
His life was ebbing fast
Our thoughts raced to the past
Of holidays in mountain & sun
Picnics,camaradely fun
With this cockney gentle-man
Tribute to our close friend who died this morning
There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.
The Holocaust was a reminder to us…
besides being a most horrific crime…
that dark forces of evil and intolerance
have been flowing since the dawn of time.
If you want a sampling of how cruel and inhuman
we, who call ourselves human, can be…
I’ll be frank…watch Ken Burns’s ‘The U. S.
and the Holocaust’ and read Anne’s diary.
An innocent young child who, because of her religion,
faced unimaginable enmity and strife…
who never had the chance to grow old…
to have a long and happy life.
She was but one of millions of Jewish people
who, at the hands of the Nazis, died…
a crime so horrific it didn’t have a word to describe it…
it does not…genocide.
But as I watched Ken Burns ‘Holocaust’ and read Anne’s words…thinking no crimes have ever been as gruesome as these…
I began to wonder if there were other children in the world
who have written similar diaries.
Looking back on the history of humankind…
I imagine there are a few…
and as difficult as it would be to hear their words…
I think we need to read them too.
Other groups of humans
whose annihilation was in other human’s plans…
If these children had written diaries…
would their words be similar to Anne’s?
From Native Americans, Blacks, people of color, women
who have endured so much torture and pain…
to LGBTQ+ people all over the world
and most recently…the people of Ukraine.
There are times when the stream of evil begins to overflow its banks
and no matter how much we pray…
its waters rush in determined to eliminate
anyone who gets in their way.
When groups of people are signaled out…belittled…
made to feel different and small….
until more diaries our discovered…
Anne’s words must speak for them all.
Anne never got to finish her diary…
she died just before the end of the war….
but I imagine she wouldn’t mind if it was finished
with words from Eleanor…
Eleanor…who throughout it all…remained steadfast…
resolute and strong….
She said there can be no compromise at any point
with things that we know are wrong.
Perhaps one way to keep the stream of evil contained…
to keep it from overflowing its shore…
would be to watch Ken’s series
read through the pages of Anne’s diary…
and heed the words of Eleanor.