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Best Poems Written by Kenny Bowman

Below are the all-time best Kenny Bowman poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Poem About Free Will

You can either be the parade or you can become the rain

When life cripples you from the pain you can become the cane

You can explore the depths of the sea or wallow in a puddle 

You can display your emotions in neon lights or make them ever so subtle

You can travel to another world abundant with life and love

Or you can walk the Earth while the others look from above

There is no such thing as a wrong choice, whether the out come is success or 
strife 

Because everything that happens makes up the puzzle of your life

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I Don'T Know What To Call This One

For days on end 

I begin to compose my thought patterns and emotions

Radiating from my soul

Making its way through my pen

And onto a blank sheet of paper

Filtering the necessities from the irrelevant

Allowing a mere glimpse of the gyrations percolating through my spiritual cavity

But why just a glimpse?

Maybe this glimpse is all that is accessible

And this semi-hollow void is all there is 

But to what extent is this a colorless disturbance?

To the inmates of commonality

All that is visible to them are gray walls

And that's when desolation sets in

But I've gazed beyond the pale ambience

And seen the world that lays beyond

And its attractiveness dominates over the gray walls a million fold

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Napping Under the Haystack

The boy who resides over the sheep seems to have dozed off in the midst of the 
changing times

Everything around him is traveling at a light year speed

And jet-lag has taken its toll on the one napping under the haystack

So I guess its up to someone else to blow the horn

But who?

It looks like everyone else was along for the ride with Little Boy Blue

Now the cows and sheep are out of place

Heading for the cliff at a fast pace

So lets all wake up before we lose all of our LIVESTOCK

And before our LIFE STOCK starts to decline

Find an alarm clock and set it for yesterday

And take some of the pressure off of Little Boy Blue

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False Prophets

Sound advice from the soothsayers and fortune tellers of the East

Telling me not to fall victim to the times

There are many who talk in rhyme

But be advised... those who do so are not always poets and singers

They speak cursed words studded with emeralds and gold from the tomb of King 
Tut

And they wear crocodile smiles all the while preying on the weak and lame

They may dress in nice linen laced with velvet and silk

But behold, the truth does not lie in the fabric or stitching of the cloth

But in the eyes and soul of he beast in which I speak

And in the surroundings, environment, and territory where they reside

Look around and get a good glimpse of what's happening to the land and its 
inhabitants

But if you're unable to see and comprehend

Then that means you've already fallen victim to their plot

Or... You're one of them...

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The Infinite Shades of Art

You can keep your brushes and pastels, my friend

Just give me the word and tell me when to begin

And I'll paint the prettiest picture the world has ever heard

With amazing depth of field and colorful words 

But if you're color deaf no need to feel alone

You'll be dazzled by my selection of rhythm and tone

Abstract and romantic, the techniques are plenty

Forever changing portrait until the passion runs empty

Behold the gift of art and the pleasure of expression

Colleges or graduate schools could never teach the lesson

The gift lies within in the very depths of the human soul

And the world is the inspiration for the masterpiece that you hold

An artist by any other name is still an artist through and through

No matter the words or colors, free verse or light blue

Everyone is connected by the same purpose given at birth  

To create a work of art on this blemished canvas we call Earth