Short Ken Poems
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barbie and ken travel keen
into a space quite serene
starried sky dance
astral romance
setting a new cosmic scene.
His life was ebbing fast
Our thoughts raced to the past
Of holidays in mountain & sun
Picnics,camaradely fun
With this cockney gentle-man
Tribute to our close friend who died this morning
A rascal up north, poet Ken,
had retired one night to the den.
He woke to the stares
of six angry bears
and fought them all off with his pen.
for the 'Sencleri-limoku' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
A rascal up north, poet Ken
retired one dark night to his den.
He woke to the stares
of two angry bears
and fended them off with his pen!
Jan. 3, 2018 for the LImerick contest of Joseph May
A Mount Vernon daddy long-legs
was pregnant with ten thousand eggs.
You might call what she did a shameful deed
with a Monticello centipede,
and yet...not long after Valley Forge,
that monstrous army defeated a proud King George.
There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.
My friend Ken
He acts like a ten
Year old.
He steals my email accounts
And spills tea all over my floor
He makes an awful mess in the kitchen
And you really don't want to use the loo "post Ken"
Ken smells too.
I hope that he reads this.
So there.
Stupid.
Ken Norton has had his say
You can win yes you can
He was the man that beat the man
He took his turn and made his stand
Yes Ken Norton was the man
We will always have a chance
When we try to make that stand
Just believe you really can
Beat the man that no one can
Events beyond our ken and control
trigger nausea in our soul
Incidents of abusive police attacks
lead to destructive civilian blowback
Feelings well up from deep within
that media hucksters know how to spin
Those who'd like to offer solutions
drowned out by violent voice pollution
Peaceful towns reduced to rubble
America's heartland in grave trouble
Ken (Pleiades)
Kneeling in prayer I’m
Kissed by heavenly rays
Kindling in me flames of
Knowledge bestowed for life
Keeping me strong, safe from
Knuckling under pressure
King of my humble realm.
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Contest: Pleiades ‘K’
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 2nd
© 10th March 2017
*KEN means knowledge
A Snapshot Of War.
He lies next to me in the mud
Dead; a shot blew half of his skull
Away leaving the taste of brains
In my mouth.” I shot that goddamn,
Dirty, rotten rag head, Ken! I
Cut him in half before he
Hit the ground!” Ken had a grotesque
look on his dirty, blood-soaked face.
Something I couldn’t quite make out.
I stared into his vacant eyes
And found myself unconsciously
Saying with no embarrassment,
“I’m glad it had “your” name on it.”
If lost in yourself,
there’s no need to be found
As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around
They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief
To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs
“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus
They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”
The chanting of laughter,
they march to inane
Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame
(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Ken Wilbur's Rule
Thought for the day....... “I have one major rule: Everybody is right. More specifically, everybody — including me — has some important pieces of truth, and all of those pieces need to be honored, cherished, and included in a more gracious, spacious, and compassionate embrace.” Ken Wilbur
pieces of truth
colorations of Truth..
Yes..honor these
as fragments but
much more important
recognize the equality:
everybody's true identity
as the Embrace
as Truth...