Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Baby born. Baby walk. Baby talk to shining man.
Man talk back. Mimiks the slack. Look at baby's sleeping hand.
Baby live. Baby give. Baby take no sand for self.
Woman cry. Freedoms die. Look where life was cleft.
Young man laugh. Young man cry. Young man fight a war for nought.
Idols talk back. Feels his pack. Watch his knees sorely sought.
Young girl see. Young girl be. Young girl starves for him.
Father cry. Father die. Look where he walked on limbs.
Old man die. Old woman cry. Grandson talks to silent man.
Sun scorns back. Cries intact. Look where river ran.
Granddaughter dance. Granddaughter stance. Young boy stares to sky.
Bluebird mute. Devils salute. Look where peace did lie.
Acorns fall. Acorns tall. Oak leans on woman's arm.
Grasses burn. Bloody urn. Look how love did harm.
Footsteps cease. Pestilence increase. Old rocks wink again.
Mantis talks. Lightning stalks. Look up man of sin.
Grounds tremble. His face she resembles. Sprites dance to her.
Oil is slipping. My tongue is sipping. Listen to old winds stir.
Life is over. No live clover. Young man dumb to pattern path.
I took none. He gave one. She crawls in silent wrath.
Canaries sleep. Clouds all weep. Lightning stops the night.
Heartbeat once. Heartbeat twice. I starve for her right.
Kingdom darkens. She mutely hearkens. Take what is left here.
Copper tunes ring. Pink angels sing. We the dirt endure.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 24, 2017:
Wonderful flow to this poem. Awesome.
Sakina Nasir from Kuwait on January 23, 2017:
Very touching buddy. I just love how you have made this poem so beautifully. It is different from your usual style, but lovely nonetheless. Great job! :)
Jennifer Mugrage from Columbus, Ohio on January 22, 2017:
This is fabulous. I love the rhythm, sounds like a protest song. Feel that I will have to read it many more time to really "get" the content.