Best Kinfolk Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Thanksgiving fast approaches 
and the bustling has begun
in an enchanting house, 
the House of Cinnamon.
With children home for holiday, 
the voices that you hear
are sunny...

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October, when the leaves intensify -
colored explosions: orange, yellow, red,
breezes to temper summer's heat draw nigh.

There's one last month of days with lightened sky
before our...

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River’s Arising
By Michelle Waters

River’s arising. Danger’s on hand.
Gather up your kinfolk and get to high land.

The campgrounds are empty, RVs are all gone
Tourists packed up...

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( For Caren Krutsinger)




The long arm of the law reaches far and wide
If you've done wrong you've no place to hide
Didn't bother my brother, he...

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Anchored in the solid granite cliffs
On either side of the tree-lined gorge,
Above the C&O tracks and rickety shacks
Of farmers and miners and naked children
Playing in...

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My request to relay to your kinfolk
That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate
To keep a watch over one of my folk
Her parents have reserved her...

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He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head,...

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Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Ted
 A poor fisherman, barely kept his family fed
Then one  day he was fishing...

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Night falls and the mirror moon illumes the 
heavenly starry skies with gleaming ivory beams.  
Shiny and mellow, a splendrous silver orb, 
the delight...

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>River Orwell and a Poppy field
By Stanley Russell Harris
(The mad Author)

I went out with the wife today.
We walked by the River Orwell I say.
Tide was...

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Billy Carter was a sluggard I hear

   His kinfolk he did not always endear

      He embarrassed his brother

...

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Joseph Louie McMar
No one ever called him that
Except his dear sweet momma
She wrote it on his hat

Kinfolk called him Joe Louie
They never touched his hat
They...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench...

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A request to tell all of your kinfolk, that are inside Heavens Gate

To keep watch on one of my folk, for she has a special...

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