Ken Poems - Poems about Ken

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....

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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...

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barbie and ken travel keen into deep space so serene starried sky dance astral romance setting the new cosmic scene. ...

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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...

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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....

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Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken Analogous to black box holding untold secrets, (after deadly plane crash no survivors except a journeyman foreigner), I share the following self introspection with ye dear readers, which purported hidden truths might set me free and clear, albeit laborious effort to loose constituent amalgamated compound elements unmined tantamount to agony riddling psyche effort to extract thorny matters incumbent...

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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...

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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...

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I got a phone call from a mate of mine I hadn't seen for years, and I could tell by his quivered voice that he was close to tears so I asked Ken what is wrong then heard his voice that shook , “Oh cripes! I think I've had it ‘cause I've never felt so crook”. Course on...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Analogous to black box holding untold secrets, I share the following self introspection with ye, which purported hidden truths might set me free, albeit laborious effort to loose constituent amalgamated compound elements unmined tantamount to agony riddling psyche effort to extract thorny matters incumbent upon me versus tapping Androcles and the lion think Roman mythology. Oftimes methinks... whoami spending scores of years with frustrated sigh hermetically sealing body electric housing generic garden variety...

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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...

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Saturday morning, I spoke into his ears by telephone. I was informed that he would be able to hear me even ...

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