To US born Franz Kline
black&white were just fine
Influenced by all things oriental
abstracted in the calligraphical
One fine morning little Kline sees waking up,
a bird outside perched on a wide flower cup.
It is a crimson vested cute and cheery Robin,
she asks keen, ‘so long where have you been?’
‘From winter freeze I fly with my wings free’,
the Robin sings, ‘for you the spring brings me’.
At dawn the Robin plays on with the sun ray,
Kline rides waves of joy for it makes her day.
March 10, 2021
Contest : Nursery Rhyme
Sponsor : Eve Roper
how to live alone
late night , the big chill
plays quietly, scenes flicker
kevin kline
glenn close
meg tilly
suicide
reunion
old school chums
jeremiah was a bullfrog.
there in the middle of it all
rapt in that old house
wrapped in the night
living vicariously in film
me
daisy
a few dreams
but no music.
Never behaved in the school porcine;
Had wise words for everyone to opine;
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.
An eyesore progress she achieved school in
Even the trustees could no longer decline;
Her help for others whenever did she design
Was a feast – a great help and fun to dine.
For 8 years was she my dear mentor fine
From whom I learnt how to continuously grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
Earlier she was looking like a pumpkin
But now she managed her past confine:
Looking beautiful, smart, nifty and divine
Is ready ever any problem to define.
She is my inspiration, she is my Kline,
She is the best lady as a helpful friend in.
With her I developed Monorhyme fine;
And defeated many enemies malign.
A good mentor and nice for nation mine
Is none than Rachana - a brave feline.
Upon entering Methacton Junior High School as rookie Warrior,
(the sturm un drang sports team mascot)
no doubt this goy he brew
a facade sans being wimpy kid, bookish nerd, and puny dork
who felt wracked with crew
zing the by gone memory lance of nostalgia to return
and return as endless student at
the Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School,
where failing grades drew
my parents to a private discussion within said
(the one room per grade school house) few
till efforts resulted numb hatter attendance proceeded
(via non-stellar academic performance grew
significant when graduating the sixth grade.
No moment of solace experienced, nor integration this hue
man experienced, and the arctic chill recurring every day
on par with notions of bing holed up in an igloo.
It was love, Lord - at least on my part -
Brought me to this embarrassin' state.
Guess that's the way it goes with the heart,
Just never know what's ahead with fate.
She left me here the day we arrived,
Took off again with some guy named Kline.
My plans with her were sorta short lived,
Now I sit here broke, drinkin' red wine.
I'm drinkin' now and talkin' to You -
I've been hit in the solar plexus.
It'd be a nice thing for You to do
If You'd help me get back to Texas.
10/19/2016
Lord, I know it's been a year or two -
About that long since I met Sally .
Sorry she came between me and You,
Now I'm sittin' here in this alley.
It was true love - at least on my part -
Brought me to this embarrassin' state.
Guess that's the way it goes with the heart,
Just never know what's ahead with fate.
She left me here the day we arrived,
Took off again with some guy named Kline.
My plans with her were sorta short lived,
Now I sit here broke, drinkin' red wine.
I'm drinkin' now and talkin' to You -
I've been hit in the solar plexus.
It'd be a nice thing for You to do
If You'd help me get back to Texas.
I want a plain substandard coffin,
Wide enough to contain my wishes,
The dreams that danced like fireflies,
Flickering in the night of my soul,
A much more humbled prospect;
A faultless, unadulterated vision,
Where simplicity cradles my last breath,
And the weight of excess melts away,
Like morning mist beneath the sun.
I want a bare but pure funeral,
An ordinary unembellished service,
Where the air is thick with the essence of being,
And the echoes of my laughter linger,
A soft reminder of a life well-lived.
With a short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the soft embrace of the earth,
Perfect words worded perfectly,
Into the fit painted by another Kline,
A brushstroke of grace on the canvas of grief.
So when the cries of the remnants of Leteng bong,
Resound like a distant thunderstorm,
Goaded by emotions so strong,
They hum a little song,
A melody of memories and whispers,
A gentle lullaby for the weary heart,
A short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the know of mine,
You’d like to tell them,
those middle management flunky
shove it up your ass, &
maybe you should’ve
told them!
But then you remembered
Kline.
He told them, just that!
More balls then brains.
They crucified him,
like Christ
but,
he never did come back
after three days…….
Everythings not right
Everythings changed
nothings the same
nobodys the same
no one smiles the same
since you left
your gone
and theres nothing we can do about it
i wish i could turn back time
to spend more time with you
but would that change the hurt
or would it make it worse?
Everyone is broken inside
its so hard to stay strong
to hide all the pain we are feeling
nobody understands how we feel
we've got nowhere to turn
nowhere to run
i want to be strong
i dont want to be afraid
afraid to know that
someday we will be with you again
knowing a peice of us is not here
is the hardest
but i know
your looking over us and keeping us safe
until we meet again,
i cry as i say
Goodnight Pop Kline
The Disillusioned Man
He sold his fancy flash car
And bought a bicycle
Second hand
He gave his expensive suits to charity
His Gucci shoes
And stuffed shirts
Calvin Kline pants
Handed his gold wrist watch to a Hobo
Took off his rings and gave them away
He even stopped bathing every day
Used cheap aftershave and anti deodorant
Two pairs of ten-dollar shoes
But he kept all his old worn T-shirts
All the faded and ripped old trousers
Comfortable shorts
He never ironed them
Poor looking but clean
Work stained all the same
He chucked out all semblance of taste and wealth
Wore socks with holes
Grew a beard
Bought an ipod
And walked around oblivious
He decided that this is the way it will be
And if this is all women can see
Then he
Had no interest in them
And he walks around with a constant grin
There is so much more than clothes and money
To be known of him
And only a woman who can see to his skin
Will ever interest him
By
chance
gesture-
abstraction
became expression
Franz Kline Blueberry Eyes
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up and
personal-
zoom in for the
view.
Ekphrasis -Merce C by Kline
Although brandishing clandestine discoveries
everyone figured geographically
how intertwined
Jeremiah Kline
lived 'mongst native
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