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Kenneth Davis Poem
My Only Christmas by Kenny Davis
My only gift for Christmas I would want
Would be you under the tree
Wrapped in nothing more than a silk, red ribbon bow
With the beauty of you smiling back at me
My only tradition for Christmas I would want
Would be the gift of you under the mistletoe
Warm by the fire, to indulge in our “reindeer games”
That will make you blush brighter than Rudolph’s nose
Until now, my only Christmas
Was to be only topped by an angel or star
Though any before has shined as brightly as you
Oh what starlight of Bethlehem, for me, you are
Oh what a miracle of Christmas I see
Every time I am blessed to look into your eyes
For the way the glow and sparkle ever so florescent
Much like the stars of an oh so Silent Night
On this very special Christmas
If I was Santa at your door knocking
Just because you have been naughty all year
Would let me slip my Yule log in your stocking?
On this eve
Of our special Christmas day
Would you give me the priceless gift, Mrs. Claus
Of riding my sleigh
The pleasure of digging deep
Down into my bag full of tricks
In hopes getting a long Yule log
To you, from me, jolly ol’ St. Nick
For all I ever wanted for Christmas
Was, but that of a Holiday kiss
Instead of under the tree, under the mistletoe perhaps
To be swept up in the fantasy of Christmas bliss.
©k.davis December 2013
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Sunshine, After the Rain by Kenny Davis
I am in need of my Sunshine
If only, but a mere ray or two
To bring back the colorful life back to this pale vessel
Allow me to lay my body out for you
Bless me with the gift of your warm radiance
And glistening luster upon my skin
Allow my body to spread its pores wide open
To allow it the pleasure of soaking, of taking you in
From the crown of my brow
Beyond the crests of my chest
Allow my body to bask in the essence
Of your shimmering glow upon itself
What would it take?
To get the warmth of your fire next to me
To have you all to myself
To give my body what it needs
For far too long
My body’s color would fade in the shade
Laying lifeless and dull
From self deprivation of your alluring rays
Please my dear Sunshine
Allow me to bathe in your rays
Fill me with your warm embrace
And set my soul ablaze
Oh my Sunshine
Would you set my skin on fire
In hopes of satisfying
My body’s desire
If only but a touch of your rays
From the very moment you rise
Please come to me to satisfy my need
My oh so darling Sunshine
©k.davis September 2013
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? By Kenny Davis
Oh Brother, my dear brother
For where art thou?
Never thought it was you in my life
That I would have to go on living without
In the news of your passing
My heart in a roller coaster of emotion
So much love, rage, sadness
Filled with devotion and commotion
Oh Brother, Dear Brother
Why must you leave me so soon?
Having mere chances to share spring like rain showers with you
Only to not live to see the budding Dogwoods bloom
I take comfort in the fact
In knowing why you had to leave
To finally claim your rightful place in Heaven
One of God’s enduring angels is forever free
I take solemn in the fact
That you are physically no longer here
But all of the memories you left behind for me
Will be forever treasured in my heart Brother, My Dear
I take peace in the fact
In knowing why you were called
Because you have rightfully fulfilled your purpose
And God said, “Now Servant, that is all.”
I take abundant joy in the fact
In knowing you are now in a far better place
Anxious to see once more that smiling face
When it comes to be my time to approach those pearly gates
I take everlasting hope in the fact
We shall one day meet again
In advance, thank you for watching over me from heaven
Farewell oh brother, my dear brother, my dearest best friend
©March 2013 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis
I open my eyes, excited for today
As I await the parade with Christ leading the way
His children march on with their banners waved high
Their very voices of praise lifted towards the skies
The sounds of glorious trumpets and laughter aloud
As all the songs and hymns pierce the clouds
A fellowship gathering between sisters and brothers
Showing love and compassion, cherishing one another
Watching as their flags are valiantly waved
Making a stand for the lord, in hopes that others will be saved
Songs of Zion shake the walls and rock the streets
As the children of God march on, proudly stomping their feet
Voices continue to climb, reaching beyond the gates of heaven
His followers go on for miles, marching seven by seven
To the people of the world, they proudly sing their song
Praising his holy name as they are marching along
This majestic event, monumental celebration
On behalf of the Lord, whose love serves as inspiration
The world shall witness and the people shall hear
On how the masses of God shouted and cheered
Dancing through the town with smiles on their face
As they praise the lord for his love, his mercy, and his grace
People will ask one to another, “Have they heard?”
On how the children of God marched, proclaiming his word
Showing appreciation for God who sits high
Demonstrating to the world how much he has worked in their lives
As they continue to march over the horizon in line
They continue to let their light so brightly shine
© November 2010 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011
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Kenneth Davis Poem
A Good Night Kiss by Kenny Davis
Oh! How I wish I could
Give her, but one good night kiss
Affection shown from my heart to hers
As she drifts off into a slumbering bliss
I could see laying, but a gentle kiss
Upon her soft, angelic cheek
And whisper to her, “Good night love…..”
“….I’ll await you in my dreams.”
A kiss from lips as soft
As the pillow where lies her head
Such relaxation for her that she had never felt before
That she lays her head on my chest and in my arms instead
Her ear pressed along my chest
To get the mere chance to listen to my heartbeat
Like a lullaby, music to her ears
As she drifts slowly off to sleep
As I cherish the privilege
Of watching her sleep
I think to myself, “God….”
“….I don’t deserve this blessing of having this angel of yours next to me.”
“Lord, I couldn’t thank you enough.”
“There really are no words.”
“I can’t help, but to always wonder….”
“….am I really worthy of her?”
Through all of her frights and fears
Her smiles and her tears
That when awakens from them all,
She knows that I am there
As she opens those eyes
To the blessing of another sunrise
I can’t help, but look at this stunningly, beautiful woman and say,
“Blessed is the man that wakes up by her side.”
With bright light of her eyes
Glaring from that very somber sunrise
Is the most majestic image of God’s creation
Enough to make a man cry
Cry out tears of joy, happiness
Cries of Thanks unto the Lord
For the blessing of this angel, here on earth
The best blessing, I never deserved
You would never have thought
The intimacy from a good night kiss meant so much
What it means to have our lips draw us closer
By just allowing them one last touch
Such love from a single kiss
By God, might it be made to last
Oh, but to lay, but one single kiss upon her cheek
Even if it is to be, but my last.
© October 2011 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Why Wear A Mask? By Kenny Davis
I wear a mask to conceal my identity.
Even no one notices what I do.
Just in case someone pays attention to my helpful heroism.
I won’t be praised or recognized by name.
I wear a mask to shield myself from others.
By not seeing me they won’t judge me for me.
They would judge me for who I am when I put it on,
Not for whom I am when I take it off.
I wear a mask to become someone else.
When I do so I am free.
For the mask gives me confidence and invincibility.
I feel no man, woman, or beast can hurt me.
I wear a mask to learn about others.
The initial judgment is made primarily by how you look.
For if others can be cruel with my mask on.
Who is to say they won’t when I take it off.
I wear a mask to create a sense of mystery
Leave a little or a lot for the unknown.
For if there is someone who can handle me without the mask.
May be privileged to reveal the secrets from behind it.
Why wear a mask at all?
If I do it to not cause attention to myself.
For wearing this mask in a world of normalcy makes me unique.
Seems like the mask doesn’t work much at all.
© June 2008 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Something About Medusa by Kenny Davis
I don't know how to explain it
I've caught feelings for Medusa
She's shown and taught me many things
Experiences I am not used to
She can turn me to stone
Then I can always be there when she needs me
Then when she is ready for me to love her in return
Maybe then and only then she'll be compelled to release me
I can get lost in her eyes
If it meant being trapped in her gaze
Blessed to have her as my lasting vision
To bask in her beauty for the rest of my days
My desire, my love for her
To be forever encased in this stone like prison
I would love nothing more, if she is to be my future
More than a woman I could ever dream of, or furthermore, ever envision
If I am to hold such a love for her inside
Deep in my catatonic, stone like state
Means of a future to hold her close and true in my arms
Then, encased in stone, am I forever willing to wait
If this is to be my position in her life
My soul forever forced into a deep sleep
Then may I be blessed to have on last vision of her
Forever, to hold her, in my dreams
Though the power of this woman may be the cause
Of this vessel of mine being hardened
May she always have a special place for me
Close to her heart, in her secret garden.
Held deep inside, I'll always know
Why this beauty chose to take these old bones
And chose to take my love for her and encase them in stone
Because I'll always be where she needs me, by her side, to never be left alone
© December 2014 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Stargazing by Kenny Davis
As I look up at the many stars
Of the clear midnight sky
Admiring the many works
Of God that caught my eye
As I began to count and make out
All of the endless constellations
A tingling urge to compare to the beauty of you
One of God’s most precious creations
Twinkle, twinkle brightly
My angel, my star
What an luminous light you have
Drawing others towards you from afar
Now those stars? Look there!
They remind me of your eyes.
Glistening and gleaming
Like pure cut diamonds in the skies
When I am fortunate enough
To witness that of a falling star
It reminds me of the many tears I have shed
Wishing I could be wherever you are
When I am blessed to see a shooting star
Though only once in a lifetime
It reminds me of just how rare and special you are
How hard a gem like you is to find
As I gaze upon
The majestic allure of space
The overwhelming imagery pales to that
Of the beauty of your sweet, angelic face
After spending a wondrous night
In the midst of stargazing
All it did was see how glorious you are
So unbelievable, So amazing
© December 2011 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Kenneth Davis Poem
To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis
I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play
To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space
To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies
To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear
To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails
To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss
Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild
To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear
© June 2009 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011
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Kenneth Davis Poem
Love in Admiration by Kenny Davis
When I love HER in admiration
I find myself feeling an overwhelming sensation
In awe of the beauty of one of God’s creations
Competing for HER heart in the mists of my utter desperation
Our love, nothing more than sheer imagination
When I love HER, I admire
HER inner beauty, as well as, HER outward attire
Gazing at HER, setting my heart and soul on fire
Wishing HER heart was something I could acquire
Fulfilling, but only one of my most dearest desires
Why do I love and admire HER in discretion
Knowing that I deeply want this connection
Perhaps to continue to leave my heart in protection
Though I find it hard to deny my affection
I must continue this bit of lies and deception
Despite spending my life in depression
How do I love and admire HER from afar
When SHE is constantly on my mind and my heart
When I want anything but to drift us further apart
How do I deny my love, admiration, and attraction
When my feelings for HER provide such a distraction
Wanting to hold HER in my arms at every interaction
It’s these feeling that causes my heart’s retraction
I do love and admire HER, but fail to look her in HER eyes
The kind that’s like the beauty of stars in the skies
I want to tell her how I feel, despite all my tries
This hinders me from forming any emotional ties
My admiration for HER makes want to sing
Makes my spirit as bright as the sunshine of spring
SHE has stolen my heart and gave it wings
That makes me feel like I can conquer anything
With all this boldness, why not tell HER of my love
That SHE is the one I constantly think of
That I know SHE is an angel sent from above
With the beauty, purity, and rarity of the white dove
Take the beauty of the rare, white rose
HER beauty is more superior, from HER head to HER toes
If only SHE knew deep my love for HER goes
But for right now, only God and I know
Though my love for HER soars higher and higher
It might be as risky as walking on a tight rope wire
To avoid from further remaining a liar
Perhaps I should tell HER of my love, SHE is the one I admire.
© January 2010 k.davis
Copyright © Kenneth Davis | Year Posted 2011
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