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As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And I wake up
Alone in my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again
The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before
And I join
The beast
In howling at the Moon
New Year Change
Kevin Davis 2025
Each year we swear we’ll revise our lives,
Become better humans in all the right ways.
We’ll lose some weight, quit smoking… or shave,
Join a gym we’ll attend for at least three days.
We buy brand-new planners we will never fill,
Sneakers designed to increase our guilt.
We meal-prep salads, heroic and brave—
Then celebrate the effort with pizza and cake.
By mid-January (give or take a week),
Our willpower’s gone, but the couch starts to speak:
“You’re perfect already—why struggle or strive?
Sit down. Relax. Let’s watch Season Five.”
So, this new year, when making resolutions,
Remember that change has no quick solutions.
To change how you live, you must change how you think—
And stop trusting fitness apps… especially me.
Thanking God, His most graciousness, I am all healed.
Totally at peace, my grateful body now feels.
Crushed knee, thigh broken in two pieces.
I howled uncontrollably,with no ceases.
Trauma center,six hour surgery.
Hospital, heaven on earth!
Food for royalty.
Kindness galore.
Perfection!
Tribute to UC Davis Trauma Center, Sacramento, California
Thank you, miracle workers!
Pangie Romios
Note to poets. Horrendous fall in November. Took 6 months to heal.
How great the ability to walk is! It feels akin to flying.
Thanks to all of you who wrote, read my poetry and supported me.
And a first class family, who stood by me, on this long road to
recovery.
All of you are angels!
5/21/2022
A legal way to stop a vote
Is something that may tax one’s throat;
A speaker has to talk for hours,
Using her persuasive powers.
There are rules they’ve locked in place
That Congressmen must all embrace:
He or she can’t take a break –
Sitting down – a big mistake!
Leaning on a desk’s taboo;
Other things you cannot do –
Have a meal or leave to pee.
(That would be the end of me!)
Filibusterers can drink
Milk or water, but I think
If a bathroom’s not permitted,
Drinking likely gets omitted.
Wendy Davis, Texas Dem.,
Spoke ‘til 10:03 p.m.
In her bright pink Fila sneaks,
She defied her foes’ critiques.
Though opponents sought a crack
(Like the brace for aching back),
Davis kept her fight alive,
Demonstrating guts and drive.
Nothing really seemed to fluster
Davis, on her filibuster.
She deserves a silver platter
Just for her amazing bladder!
Riches Of The Heart
Joanna Davis
Tinkle, tinkle, all is glass!
Ruby link to emerald clasp.
Bright and shining clear and cold,
Bewitching both the young and old.
Some thought Africans “quite deranged,”
When for gold, beads they exchanged.
Yet no jewelled trinket, on the skin,
Compares to beauty from within.
Sailors crossed the ocean wide,
Savage barbarism, in every stride.
Bible filled with king’s commands,
To steal another’s sacred lands.
Children, forced to daily toil,
On hands and knees beneath the soil.
For black gold, hard as coal,
They willingly sold their mortal sole.
While this world forever turns,
Lessons, some will never learn.
The riches that set us apart,
Are deep within the human heart.
Interlude III (This is All This is Life)
This is all
I am not afraid of this life;
This is OK with me;
This is all
All that it is;
This is life this is OK with me;
This, this, this is I'm not afraid
This is, this is, this is all
And it's not OK
Love and life is not by me;
This is how I survived, my misery;
This is my life realized
This is OK with me
This is all, all that it is
This is life. . . .
Interlude IV (Glory, Glorious Day)
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Pain, pain, pains shine as the rays of sun;
glory, Holy grievous time of;
Hurt, hunger, I shall be contrite
I shall not, I shall not, and I shall not be revised
Glory, glory;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Pain, pain, pains shine as the rays of sun;
glory, Holy grievous time of;
Hurt, hunger, I shall be contrite;
I shall not, I shall not, and I shall not be revised;
Glory, Glory;
(Glory, Glorious Day)
07/18/75
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from music composed and arranged by Chip Davis
words conceived around the Fresh Aire Album
Mannheim Steamroller
A Dark Image
Kevin Davis 2024
From out of nowhere, I saw an image,
It was standing as still as a statue,
From where I stood, it could be a mirage,
But then it slowly moved with virtue.
My stomach ached, and I was suddenly scared,
My friends and I were playing kick the can,
And I had been hiding in an abandoned yard,
My legs began to cramp. Oh, I should have ran.
As the vision moved closer and closer to me,
I saw a black cape and a large floppy black hat,
Expecting a gun or a knife aimed at me to see,
All I saw was a smiling face and a bright light.
Instead of a goblin or a ghost as I imagined,
The figure was familiar, as it called out my name.
“Kevin, it’s time you came in and get ready for bed.”
Dad, in his work coat and hat, scared me just the same
Joanna Davis
You can pass it on, with just a touch,
It really doesn't take too much.
A wink, a smile... unspoken look,
There is no end...to love’s great book.
Your heart will feel, soul can tell,
Passions rise, to form a spell.
Once it’s cast, none can break,
All earthly riches you’ll forsake.
To feel its heat. Breathe it in...
Love’s not a game you play to win.
Cost to give, free to take,
Price you pay. Heart the stake.
Some will accept, others berate,
A single kiss will seal your fate.
If lovers knew, they’d never win,
This game of love, would not begin.
They’d be no children on this earth,
If women shied, at pain of birth.
For as long as life, they’ll lovers be,
Love’s here to stay...
In Perpetuity.
I Still Remember When I Was Young
Kevin Davis 2026
I still remember when I was young,
Carefree and bright, learning life’s tongue.
Each day stretched wide, the future clear,
Laughter came easy, untouched by fear.
I ran on hope and wasted hours,
Counted summers by blooming flowers.
The world felt kind—or so it seemed,
And every night I slept and dreamed.
I gathered friends and learned in schools,
Served my country, mastered new tools.
I found true love, my truest calling,
Side by side, we rose—never falling.
Now I am older; my bones feel worn,
Mornings arrive both slow and torn.
The mirror speaks a harder truth,
Of strength refined, and losses of youth.
Those younger days feel far and strange,
A distant land reshaped by change.
Yet deep within, a steady flame
Still knows my heart, still speaks my name.
For though the years have bent my frame
And time has changed me all the same,
I carry youth where it still belongs—
In memory, love, and half-sung songs.
When Spring Returned
Kevin Davis 2026
When young, we waited for the days to warm,
For nights to soften, for birds to swarm.
And daylight stretched its golden hours wide,
Lifting the weight that winter could not hide.
We slowly wandered back into the sun—
To chores, to games, to laughter on the run.
No longer bound indoors or chilled outside,
As leaves unfurled and yards grew open wide.
Spring came whispering—change in every air,
With birds and insects waking everywhere.
So far removed from just a breath ago,
When frost and snow had bid us quick to go.
Now we can linger, fully present, still,
Awake to every sight beyond the hill—
To run, to laugh, to watch the world begin,
And feel new life awaken deep within.
To love the spring and all its gentle things,
To see anew, to hear the young earth sing.