You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation, born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!
A Kenning
Her books
She loved;
She had
A ton.
Her book
Stack had,
Hundred
And one.
In fact,
Tower
She’d built,
With books.
But she’d
Ignored
One big,
Mail rule.
Tower
Of books;
Balance,
It needs.
One day,
She sat
On floor,
To write;
She bumped
Tower;
With books,
Her head;
Showered;
Headache
Ensued;
Entrapped!
Burning light
In night;
Calls moths
To cloths.
Moon glows
Moth woes;
Bugs alight
With delight.
Bugs fly
Light shine;
In dark
Pine park.
Creek rolls
Water flows;
Dragonflies
Wing by.
Night life
No strife;
Bugs grow
Tenfold.
Daylight
No flight;
Right bugs
Grass rug.
Daylight
Colors fly;
Palette
Colors bright.
Nature
Has cure;
Boredom
For some.
Others love
The bugs;
For them
It’s enough.
This is actually a form called: Kenning but, there wasn't a form listed for it.
I just wanted to try one; hope it's decent.
Swirling, twirling,
Windy-curling’s;
Rounding bark,
After dark.
Never ending
Branches bending;
Leaves singing;
Falls greeting.
Flying debris,
Landing free;
Raining-houses;
Sometimes mouse’s.
Cracking-clacking,
Branches snapping.
Buildings crumbling;
Mind-numbing.
Fear spreading,
Roofes shredding;
Stomach turning,
Heart-burning.
Car-flipping,
Winds tripping;
Scrambling livestock;
Air-spinning.
Dogs barking,
Birds flocking;
Traffic lights,
In flight.
These things,
Tornado brings.
Insurance claims;
Awful pain.
A creator-Father
A provider
A nurturer---An Almighty God
04/01/18
written by James Edward Lee ©2018
FORM:Kenning Poem Example
THUMB SUCKER 2
one digit
placed tween
the teeth
A front tongue
A calming.......thumb sucker?
FORM: Kenning Poem Example
04/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
a seeker discredit-er
a "immature weakling"
weenie weenier -political thumb sucker
FORM: Kenning Poem Example
04/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Northerly _ Breeze
Hollow_ Bamboo
Sings_ Sways
Dances_ Rocks
Zephyr_ Plays
Winter_ Tunes
Put these together;
And a bamboo wind chime hums .
Form is called a Kenning..
This is my first.
It is suppose to be two words per line. The words are suppose to be descriptive about what one is speaking. It is a riddle. It can be a metaphor for something as well.
Pastiche of divine bliss,
The fluted sister of evening,
sits on her bridal bed
With troupe of twinklers,
Cheeks aurora Borealis.
Night, my sweet love
Kiss this noctivagant;
Wandering bereft of dreams,
Drop like Indian bangles
Before me, reminiscence
Of black flakes,from fire
Burning in the cave of day,
In the month of May.
When sun singes the sequined earth
Seeds are sown, for your birth,
The lady of the deep, you rise from the sea
A kenning of the mother-to-be
Crawling, moving, swimming,
In me.
Vapors over the wafting moon
Catwalk for sleepless birds,
Heavenly night, a howling wonder
Trickling in.
A day to begin.
10th December, 2017
See you struggled by the blues,
Suffocating drowning eventually,
Where friends comrades pertly,
Sacked tortured left on vex,
Life still there never let it go!
Keenly and accepted blues,
Shadowed on obituary parents,
Life squash perishable whole,
Kenning deep on heart chambers,
Troubled all except my soul.
Model’s death wept me real,
Mourned and cried night and day,
As thought next sun never rises,
For the tears flooded everywhere,
As a blues milked my veins.
There wasn't place run too,
For sad and blue mutual,
Ate deeply my muscles,
Thinned every part of me,
Left on road to die as rain drops.
But God pulled my shoulders again,
I listened and turned my wheel in
He blessed my top and body kneel,
Felt slim but full crammed,
And blues were then chased.
He brought joy on face again,
As he did when he paid the bills,
He glued the weak parts worn before,
To have a stronger bond over again,
With smiling cheek and moving jaws.
Turn in for hope is here,
He makes path where isn't,
On green pasture he brings his,
No regrets to whoever believes,
Surrender your veer he’ll blow your blues.
By Lucas Mkude poem
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