Best Kenny Poems
How do I say goodbye?
I'm nowhere near ready to let go
How do I come to terms
With the loss of one that I've loved so?
Never did it come to mind
That you'd have to leave so soon
I thought I'd have another chance
To sing old Baez tunes
You weren't supposed to leave just yet
With so many songs unsung
I've cherished memories of you
From the days when I was young
So many times you took me
To the latest movie show
And gladly let me tag along
Wherever you would go
You helped me to believe in me
When others seemed to doubt
And encouraged me to use my mind
For figuring things out
You told me truths about myself,
Urged me stretch and grow
You made all the difference
Oh, Lord, I hope you know
You saw me with such loving eyes;
Never once made me feel less
I hope you recall the times I've said
That my life you have blessed
But Uncle, I can rejoice today
In knowing you are free
And that your crown will hold a jewel
You've earned by loving me
In loving memory of Kenneth Charles Brewster.
I will cherish you always, Uncle Kenny!
Your favorite niece (wink).....
Donna
(This is a fictional poem)
I loved watching South Park on weekday nights.
But my cousin caused me not to be able to watch it and we got in a fight.
He smashed the TV screen and I had to pick up the glass.
When I got done, I kicked his ass.
I liked watching Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Kyle.
My cousin will be in the hospital for awhile.
It happened again this afternoon
A lady requested my autograph
Mistaking me for Kenny Rogers
That sure gave me a great big laugh
If only I had Kenny's money
I'd be chuckling all the way to the bank
Right now I'm avoiding all my creditors
My bank account's coming up blank
Perhaps I'll become a male prostitute
An easy way to make a few bucks
Still look pretty good for a dude my age
Though I sometimes waddle like a duck
But perhaps that's not for this old guy
My morals are quite high you know
It's extremely rare when I'm at the beach
For any of my white bits to show
Guess I'll continue this sneaky charade
Sign Kenny on my restaurant checks
Why not, I might as well take advantage
Of our amazing similarities, by heck!
© Jack Ellison 2012
A Good Night Kiss by Kenny Davis
Oh! How I wish I could
Give her, but one good night kiss
Affection shown from my heart to hers
As she drifts off into a slumbering bliss
I could see laying, but a gentle kiss
Upon her soft, angelic cheek
And whisper to her, “Good night love…..”
“….I’ll await you in my dreams.”
A kiss from lips as soft
As the pillow where lies her head
Such relaxation for her that she had never felt before
That she lays her head on my chest and in my arms instead
Her ear pressed along my chest
To get the mere chance to listen to my heartbeat
Like a lullaby, music to her ears
As she drifts slowly off to sleep
As I cherish the privilege
Of watching her sleep
I think to myself, “God….”
“….I don’t deserve this blessing of having this angel of yours next to me.”
“Lord, I couldn’t thank you enough.”
“There really are no words.”
“I can’t help, but to always wonder….”
“….am I really worthy of her?”
Through all of her frights and fears
Her smiles and her tears
That when awakens from them all,
She knows that I am there
As she opens those eyes
To the blessing of another sunrise
I can’t help, but look at this stunningly, beautiful woman and say,
“Blessed is the man that wakes up by her side.”
With bright light of her eyes
Glaring from that very somber sunrise
Is the most majestic image of God’s creation
Enough to make a man cry
Cry out tears of joy, happiness
Cries of Thanks unto the Lord
For the blessing of this angel, here on earth
The best blessing, I never deserved
You would never have thought
The intimacy from a good night kiss meant so much
What it means to have our lips draw us closer
By just allowing them one last touch
Such love from a single kiss
By God, might it be made to last
Oh, but to lay, but one single kiss upon her cheek
Even if it is to be, but my last.
© October 2011 k.davis
Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis
I open my eyes, excited for today
As I await the parade with Christ leading the way
His children march on with their banners waved high
Their very voices of praise lifted towards the skies
The sounds of glorious trumpets and laughter aloud
As all the songs and hymns pierce the clouds
A fellowship gathering between sisters and brothers
Showing love and compassion, cherishing one another
Watching as their flags are valiantly waved
Making a stand for the lord, in hopes that others will be saved
Songs of Zion shake the walls and rock the streets
As the children of God march on, proudly stomping their feet
Voices continue to climb, reaching beyond the gates of heaven
His followers go on for miles, marching seven by seven
To the people of the world, they proudly sing their song
Praising his holy name as they are marching along
This majestic event, monumental celebration
On behalf of the Lord, whose love serves as inspiration
The world shall witness and the people shall hear
On how the masses of God shouted and cheered
Dancing through the town with smiles on their face
As they praise the lord for his love, his mercy, and his grace
People will ask one to another, “Have they heard?”
On how the children of God marched, proclaiming his word
Showing appreciation for God who sits high
Demonstrating to the world how much he has worked in their lives
As they continue to march over the horizon in line
They continue to let their light so brightly shine
© November 2010 k.davis
Eileen has nicknamed me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his piles of dough though
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks she means before his facelift
At least that's what I hope she meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what she really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With than familiar rasp in his voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
Eileen could have nicknamed me Bela
As Dracula I never would have made it
© Jack Ellison 2013
He loves me.
He doesn’t see the wheelchair,
the Scoliosis, the legs with Atrophy…
He loves me.
He doesn’t flinch while he cleanses me after using the bathroom,
while changing my “sanitary napkin”,
while wiping the vomit off my chin…
He loves me.
Through all the doctor visits,
the endless days in the hospital,
the uncertainty of how much time I have left…
He loves me.
Even when I doubt myself,
or question why I’m here,
or ask “Is it all worth it?”...
He loves me
Years of wondering if there would ever be someone just for me,
years hoping, praying for my “Prince Charming” to arrive,
feeling that no one could ever love someone like me…gone!
Because he loves me, I now can love myself.
Because he loves me, I know I am worthy.
Because he loves me, the sun shines brighter.
He Loves Me
and I Love Him!
Why Wear A Mask? By Kenny Davis
I wear a mask to conceal my identity.
Even no one notices what I do.
Just in case someone pays attention to my helpful heroism.
I won’t be praised or recognized by name.
I wear a mask to shield myself from others.
By not seeing me they won’t judge me for me.
They would judge me for who I am when I put it on,
Not for whom I am when I take it off.
I wear a mask to become someone else.
When I do so I am free.
For the mask gives me confidence and invincibility.
I feel no man, woman, or beast can hurt me.
I wear a mask to learn about others.
The initial judgment is made primarily by how you look.
For if others can be cruel with my mask on.
Who is to say they won’t when I take it off.
I wear a mask to create a sense of mystery
Leave a little or a lot for the unknown.
For if there is someone who can handle me without the mask.
May be privileged to reveal the secrets from behind it.
Why wear a mask at all?
If I do it to not cause attention to myself.
For wearing this mask in a world of normalcy makes me unique.
Seems like the mask doesn’t work much at all.
© June 2008 k.davis
It happened again this afternoon
A lady requested my autograph
Mistaking me for Kenny Rogers
Sure gave me a great big laugh
If only I had Kenny's money
I'd be chuckling all the way to the bank
Right now I'm avoiding all my creditors
My bank account's coming up blank
Perhaps I'll become a male prostitute
An easy way to make a few bucks
Still look pretty good for a dude my age
Though I sometimes waddle like a duck
But perhaps that's not for this old guy
My morals are quite high you know
It's extremely rare when I'm at the beach
For any of my white bits to show
Guess I'll continue this sneaky charade
Sign Kenny on my restaurant checks
Why not, I might as well take advantage
Of our amazing similarities, by heck!
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast
To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis
I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play
To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space
To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies
To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear
To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails
To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss
Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild
To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear
© June 2009 k.davis
A Good Night Sleep by Kenny Davis
There have been many nights I have laid there awake
The late night toss and turns are becoming more than I can take
The endless tossing and turning with very little success
Only getting a minute or two of sleep, maybe less
Many sleepless nights, wondering if something is wrong
Seems like those nights drag on way too long
Lord, when is it going to be my time of rest?
When will I be able to abandon my sleepless distress?
Forced to keep my eyes open because of the midnight frights
All of them due to these many sleepless nights
My sleeplessness lasts from hours to a week
Lord, will you come end my sleepless streak?
Then as soon as I realized, in a bright flash
I seemed to be floating in a glorious dream at last
Wait! Look there! In the midst of all the light
A holy man standing there in clothes so bright
He welcomed me into his arms and whispered,”Well done.”
“Now lay your head and rest my son.”
As he comforted me with a gentle smile on his face
He covered me with a blanket of love with just a touch of his grace
After many endless nights ending in sorrow and weep
He finally blessed me with a well deserved good night sleep
© March 2010 k.davis
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"Kenny"
I remember the stories I made up to escape my childhood.
I thought that would ease the pain and for a while they could.
One day I realized my soul was hungering for so much more.
It was then I found myself standing in front of a small church door.
It was there I met a sweet boy by the name of Kenny.
He was my first love and helped me to see so clearly
The thing I had been searching so hard for years to find
Had always been there and all I needed was a made-up mind
It would bring tears to my eyes to hear Kenny sing "Because He Lives"
And it was through that song that I discovered the ultimate gift God gives.
One day I was so humbled I made my way to an old-fashioned altar
Quickening with each step as to ensure that my legs would not falter.
It was there through salvation; I discovered his mercy and grace
I now completely understood why because he lived tomorrow I could face
That night the words in that song began to hold a whole new meaning for me
The words which were sang so beautifully by a boy named Kenny
I know that God had a purpose when he put Kenny and his family in my life
It was so I could finally see his goodness was there even in all the strife
I am blessed beyond words could express to have found Jesus in that church
It was on that special night in August 1994 when I first felt his majestic touch
I do not even know how to begin to express how much it still means
As his new lamb, my sins were washed in the blood until I was spotless and clean
Kenny, even though we may have not meant to be anything other than friends
I now know he had a purpose when your family into my life he did send
My life was completely filled with darkness until that one glorious day
When Jesus came into my heart, shined his light, and showed me the way
With such sweet grace when we ask humbly in his name he forgives
And Kenny, you should know my life is worth the living just "Because he Lives"
Love in Admiration by Kenny Davis
When I love HER in admiration
I find myself feeling an overwhelming sensation
In awe of the beauty of one of God’s creations
Competing for HER heart in the mists of my utter desperation
Our love, nothing more than sheer imagination
When I love HER, I admire
HER inner beauty, as well as, HER outward attire
Gazing at HER, setting my heart and soul on fire
Wishing HER heart was something I could acquire
Fulfilling, but only one of my most dearest desires
Why do I love and admire HER in discretion
Knowing that I deeply want this connection
Perhaps to continue to leave my heart in protection
Though I find it hard to deny my affection
I must continue this bit of lies and deception
Despite spending my life in depression
How do I love and admire HER from afar
When SHE is constantly on my mind and my heart
When I want anything but to drift us further apart
How do I deny my love, admiration, and attraction
When my feelings for HER provide such a distraction
Wanting to hold HER in my arms at every interaction
It’s these feeling that causes my heart’s retraction
I do love and admire HER, but fail to look her in HER eyes
The kind that’s like the beauty of stars in the skies
I want to tell her how I feel, despite all my tries
This hinders me from forming any emotional ties
My admiration for HER makes want to sing
Makes my spirit as bright as the sunshine of spring
SHE has stolen my heart and gave it wings
That makes me feel like I can conquer anything
With all this boldness, why not tell HER of my love
That SHE is the one I constantly think of
That I know SHE is an angel sent from above
With the beauty, purity, and rarity of the white dove
Take the beauty of the rare, white rose
HER beauty is more superior, from HER head to HER toes
If only SHE knew deep my love for HER goes
But for right now, only God and I know
Though my love for HER soars higher and higher
It might be as risky as walking on a tight rope wire
To avoid from further remaining a liar
Perhaps I should tell HER of my love, SHE is the one I admire.
© January 2010 k.davis
My Love for HER by Kenny Davis
My love for HER
Runs deeper than the many depths of the ocean
The thought of holding HER in my arms
Has me swept up with emotion
My love for HER
For me, makes HER more than a mere token
Much more than a mere prize to be won
More than mere words can be spoken
My love for HER
Runs over like water of the fountain
For HER, I’d cross the widest river
Or climb the tallest mountain
My love for HER
Has warmed my heart, when it was frozen
That why SHE indeed is
The one I have chosen
My love for HER
Crosses time, it lasts much longer
For with each day that passes
My love for HER grows stronger
My love for HER
Allows my spirit to sing
My love for HER is richer than
That of the treasures of the wealthiest of kings
My love for HER
Shelters me from the dreariest of storms
For my love for HER burns like a fire
Keeping my beating heart warm.
My love for HER is
Worth more than its weight in gold
Piercing the very core of my being
Illuminating the very essence of my soul
My love for HER
Runs far beyond measure
For it is indeed my love for HER
That my heart shall forever timely treasure.
© November 2010 k.davis
Some people call me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his enormous piles of dough
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks they mean before his facelift
At least that's what I hope they meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what they really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of love songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With his familiar raspy voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
People could have nicknamed me Bela
But as Lugosi I never would have made it