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boxer
quick youth
roping doping dropping
the one armed ghost
champion
Copyright © Kenneth Cairney | Year Posted 2010
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Tired Babylon
poor tattered remnants of great babylon
through poets works walls left battered and worn
she stands a sign of glory all long gone
so used the land is once again forlorn
the erudite temple is all that stands
whose textual beauty is all but dry
the desert realm left far more arid lands
but in these words shan't ever say goodbye
a new paradise needs to soon be found
still fabled ruins haunt each poets mind
forcing the over used into the ground
originals so rarely get enshrined
the legends and centuries do sing
leaving great babylon the reigning king
Copyright © Kenneth Cairney | Year Posted 2010
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a sun sent heat growth comes gently
warnings of warmth hardly noticed
not by any act of man but all natural
she prepares metamorphosis in quiet
like poorly dubbed Godzilla films
watching an eight minute delay
with a red shift she swallows those around
bounding great grasshoppers man leaps away
home worlds made for those left alive
searches for second suns are vain
it requires too much for survival
a trip far too distant with ships too slow
our system becomes desolate
as our mother cools down we thin
with hope man may attempt growing grasses
but we are simply planting astroturf
the most unforgiving winter
will freeze remaining humankind
just as she gave us life she takes it back
her layers spread as dissipating smoke
only a gaseous ghost will stand
man is forgotten in the fog
all hope will lie in shots out in the dark
technologic prayers sent out too the deaf
out in the hollows are spacemen
left watering the astroturf
Copyright © Kenneth Cairney | Year Posted 2010
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How all the ales taste of despair?
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched
Not long ago they all were fair
How all the ales taste of despair
In Belgium abbeys monks prepare
Tripels to make my drought get drenched
How all the ales taste of despair
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched
Copyright © Kenneth Cairney | Year Posted 2014
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The tower had grown for thousands of years
Slicing deep through Earth’s stratosphere
Its roots were as deep as it was tall
Built in the hopes it would never fall
But the movement of Earth’s fiery heart
Had melted and tore its roots apart
Old goals remained as technology grew
Just as old had fallen so would the new
Copyright © Kenneth Cairney | Year Posted 2010
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