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Ken Davis Poem
Matilda the peregrine Chanticleer
Has taken up residence
Along the 18th Fairway
Chicken-walking pizzicato- pecking
Rearranging the leaf pile
Clawing with sharpened talons
Making herself at home
Laying her eggs randomly
Amongst golfers’ errant balls
Indistinguishable from a distance
Her plaintive egg song
Like the golfers’ call
Lost in the Wind
Copyright © Ken Davis | Year Posted 2018
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Ken Davis Poem
The moon,
Just past full,
Calls down to the coral.
Lunar ballad pierces
Sea’s briny top soil.
Amorous chords
Penetrate past clown fish
Past pygmy sea-horses
Past the anemone’s crown of thorns
Into the stony castle’s womb
Igniting a blizzard torrent of gametes,
Kaleidoscopic confetti
Hurtles toward the surface
Reaching. touching, meeting
Achieving consummation
In the undulating reflection of
The moon.
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Copyright © Ken Davis | Year Posted 2019
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Ken Davis Poem
Nature abhors a vacuum,
Loathes right angles,
But reveres the Corona.
For Nature so loved the corona
It dirked the form
Atop the penile shaft
Rendering the shape
Like a helmeted soldier
Leading the charge.
Nature bequeathed the Corona
Unto our only unbegotten sun
Whirling its solar winds,
Morphing the heavens into
A frenzied hell.
Nature then knitted corona’s strands
Into tightly wound unseen spheres
Spiked with crimson daggers
Unleashing the globed petard
Of our mutual demise.
Copyright © Ken Davis | Year Posted 2020
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