Being without him, it's like you can feel his touch but
You can't see him.
Your thinking to your self how much longer am I going
To have to go threw my life without him.
Your thinking it's almost over but really it's not even close
Being here without him it's like I can't breath right now,
I can't sleep or even eat.
I think to myself ( " Lord ") please ...
Just give him back to me, so I dnt have to go threw life anymore without him.
I miss him, I'm craving his love and his touch.
My life isn't the same without him here with me
To share the things that we used to share together like the small things that he used to love
Being without him has got me to my knees.
Categories:
kenneth, first love,
Form: Bio
Poem
FRAIL& FRAGILE
Rough path I have been through
The journey of torturing
Sleeping in the down side road
Feeling frail and fragile inside
The hurting force keep me at one position
It's like centrifugal force
The blind side of the internal bleeding
It's a long telling
When I don't have much energy to say
In the middle edge of maintaining broken life
The place I try all means to get through thorny road
Then I turn frail and fragile
Deep inside my heart my cry was like flood
It's hard to spend when you can't count
In the moments dad comfort me
I was down to the lowest edge of life
The mind was shut like a locked dog in a chain
It's hard to take a move
Though frail and fragile term my song
But my dream was bigger than problems
@by Kenneth singoyi
©Poetry
Categories:
kenneth, anxiety, business, caregiving, children,
Form: Verse
I
The Reeds rest in water by faith
You may recall Baby Moses' name
Or you may forget the Prince of Egypt
And his name, "Up from Reeds"
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
Also sings to and in the Weeds
The Reeds that feed, sing, civilize us
As in Egypt of Papyri fame, flames
Of music remind us to remember
For we are wont to forget, forget, forget ...
Then Mole, Rat, Boy Otter will be Teachers
Ii
The music rises & falls among the Reeds
Ancient themselves, translators for us
From teachers from another Kingdom
We do remember, if we listen, above our din
That serenade the Presence, Healer-Helper
A name Hebrews knew in Exodus of Moses
Yahwah Rophikah, THE LORD MY HEALER
The Otter, the Mole, the Rat rarely forget
Even if they miss some of the words
That meander among the Reeds, rising ever
Lilting - seek my helping power, in that hour
Categories:
kenneth, allegory, international, metaphor, music,
Form: Ekphrasis
There was a man who ate bananas
Sitting on a unicycle
And spitting their seeds
At nearby passing buses
The sounds of beetles’ feet
Walking on the crinkled sidewalk
Driving him crazy.
This poem is in response to a nonsensical poem by Kenneth Patchen named The Man Who Saw a Grass. So, I thought I could write a similar poem that made no sense at all. I believe that I succeeded.
Categories:
kenneth, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Shower me
Wash me clean
Let Your rain shower me,
Wash me redeem
My soul so I am made whole
Once more
And once more be clean.
Let it rain,
Let it pour out on me,
Let it rain,
Let it drench my very soul.
Clean me up anything that’s not clean
Once more
And once more be clean.
Make me whole,
Make me whole again
Within me inside and out
Make me whole.
In my life let it be pleasing
To you so that
Once more
And once more be clean.
Shower me,
Wash me clean
Let your rain shower me…
Aug. 2006
Categories:
kenneth, life, rain,
Form: Free verse
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Kenneth Bernard Jordan
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2014
Someday
I'll
fly away
to
this unknown
place
High
above the
clouds
I'll
cross a bridge
between
the
Stars
Somewhere
over
the Rainbow -
Categories:
kenneth, celebration,
Form: Light Verse
At a graveyard, looking down at
the grave. In deep emotional pain.
Hoping that, that one person is in
a better place. Last few weeks
for her have been hell. But everybody
gave her a blessing and
then she passed away. Now she's
with God, looking down on me.
Love you grandma.
Categories:
kenneth, angst, death, love, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative