Kenneth Poems - Poems about Kenneth

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Kenneth Standish 1912-1919 We lived on Newlin Street in a gray house, Across from the Catholic church, St. Mary’s. I loved going to the Mass every morning, Which I did daily with my shirt tucked in. Until my kidney sickness stopped me. I would have been a altar boy, Had I lived longer. But I hated Catholic school with that nun! She was mean to...

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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 -...

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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....

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