Ballad Prose Poems

I was born in Sunny Southern California, in the hottest month of the year! cries out my mother.  California is known for its drought...

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Her moonchild ballad so heartfelt and warm
the voice of an angel, lifting my heart
I am captivated and intrigued 
my imagination parades through meadows and mountains

she...

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The immortal cards of your metaphors haunted me endlessly. Thus, i haven't moved in years.  Sitted in a balcony whose walls were extensions of...

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 chaos seeks an impression
this paved means to extend 
leading to the latest of bitter ends 
the intent of happenstance
suits my pen
down to the motives...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Stranger
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2011

I sing the ballad
of a stranger -

Travel'n down
a lonesome road -

I am the soothing 
voice in the wind,

singing...

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I rise in the intermission, the break between two days, that belongs to no illuminated date.  The dog snores as I slowly and steadily...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And...

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A ballad for Franz Dolp

His exercise was forestry
His initiative was art.

He painted his forest in trees,
composing four seasons of song.

He searched his right balance of...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club quickly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic,...

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Metropolis…
a cackling cacophony of confusion
energizing some and enrages others.
Concrete and steel giants,
loom forebodingly over the masses;
blocking out gifts of the sun.

The maze that tires me...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic,...

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Dear Friends: Today is a special
day for me. My poem, Ballad of
Mistress Moon was chosen as 
Poem of the Day. It came at a
right time...

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Dearest and beloved friend of mine !
I am glad to invite you for a while
(Just) to taste and totally enjoy together
A generously colored and full-of-sun...

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