Ken lived in Alexandra town..Which you'll find within the
Borders of Vic..A family man who worked the hotmix
Hands moving strong and quick.' Although born as
A Kiwi.' He became an Aussie true' an ex pugalist who had
Challenged for middleweight dominance in the Oceanian
Games' now who'd have knew? He tuaght me how to come
And go' to walk back jabbing straight, to duck and weave
And use all speed.!! A man you'd value as your mate no
Gloves we wore and knuckles cracked we split a lip or two'
I gave him a black eye, he got up and said a good hit from
You. '
An honour to have known this gentleman' I tell each one
And all of you.'
My parents have seen a lot,
They came from a noble land.
I came to life screaming loud,
To tell the truth on the ground.
From the meadows of blue land,
I have collected butterfly song.
My homeland is hotter fire than,
Gave me power and fire in my soul.
Mother Earth to you I am related,
I drank water from dug well.
There, my navel blood is dripped,
I never say you 'farewell'.
The homeland is beautiful and shiny,
For me wonderful and warm ravine.
The people of Zhyloy are kind-mind,
They believe is freedom coming.
We sat and talked all through the night
Your heart and mind in a confusing fight
Heart says you love him, your mind says why
Your heart says hard to explain so please just try
Heart says his eyes say a lot, he has emotional layers
Mind says wake up, smell the coffee, he’s just a player
Heart says but I love him, I can’t let him go
Mind says he’s a player and time will show
We sat and we talked, you became sad
Confusion swept over you, you should be mad
He came back after silence for 6 long weeks
The confusion is what does he seek
We sat and we talked, and you asked why
Then you sat there and began to cry
I shed a tear with you tonight
Your Pain is my pain, I can’t make this right
barbie and ken travel keen
into deep space so serene
starried sky dance
astral romance
setting the new cosmic scene.
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.
*****
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****
He was Eddie Haskell on "Leave It To Beaver".
He starred as the best friend of Wally Cleaver.
When he starred as Eddie, his performances were sure to please.
Sadly, he died on May 18, 2020 from Peripheral Artery Disease.
When it came to acting, Ken Osmond was sure to excel.
He wasn't only an actor, he was a police officer as well.
It is nice to know that he helped to enforce the law.
When people saw him on television, they were in awe.
[Dedicated to Ken Osmond (1943-2020) who died on May 18, 2020]
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
_________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Lingering thoughts ~
Still trying to understand
Events beyond our ken and control
trigger nausea in our soul
Incidents of abusive police attacks
lead to destructive civilian blowback
Feelings well up from deep within
that media hucksters know how to spin
Those who'd like to offer solutions
drowned out by violent voice pollution
Peaceful towns reduced to rubble
America's heartland in grave trouble
Barbie was the ultimate fashionista.
I received her when I was nine;
she had a shape; no ordinary baby doll.
No baby at all. It was embarrassing to dress her.
Or rather undress her.
Then we had Midge. A friend but not as pretty
Freckles toned her down a bit; she was ordinary
Whereas Barbie was always the epitome of glamour.
I have over ten thousand Pinterest Barbie pins.
None of them duplicates, so yes, she has remained
a fashionista for seventy years.
Ken came after Midge, maybe not in your world
but in mine. He came in a box, wearing a red and white striped
bathing outfit; he was the boy next door, obviously
in love with Barbie, not ordinary every day Midge.
I can remember the Barbie and Ken carrying cases.
Their cars, their houses, their spectacular outfits.
Most too costly for us.
We made their clothes.
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)
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
The world and Time have mocked us all,
Be we great or be we small.
The same temptations Jesus thwarted,
The Church, I fear, has oft times courted.
Luther preached before the throne
The just shall live by faith alone.
Yet freedom in a peasant’s ears
filled his lord with dread and fears.
“Workers unite!” was Marx’s plea.
The aftermath is plain to see.
A pacifist brought forth the Bomb,
A paradox Lord save us from.
Our fate, its sense beyond our ken,
Must be:
(For optimists) - to fail and strive again.
(For pessimists) - to strive and fail again.
Ken Wilbur's Rule
Thought for the day....... “I have one major rule: Everybody is right. More specifically, everybody — including me — has some important pieces of truth, and all of those pieces need to be honored, cherished, and included in a more gracious, spacious, and compassionate embrace.” Ken Wilbur
pieces of truth
colorations of Truth..
Yes..honor these
as fragments but
much more important
recognize the equality:
everybody's true identity
as the Embrace
as Truth...
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
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