Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.
Hold my hand, feel my breath inside my love
Walk slowly, fry my eyelids with feelings true.
Whisper your one vow while you look above.
Curse dark valleys, words you sang so blue.
I can't see your eyelids, or your soft hands revolve
Through the waves of time so slow.
And the lies, debates, and compromise involved.
Stranger dying, blood seeping o'er the snow.
Hide 'neath your deep, scary sand
The bats you made will ne'er talk again.
And the commands, wishes, you can't demand.
Laughing the laugh of liars you loved then.
So here we are . . .planets burn in eyes so cold
So here we are . . .no words will touch our feelings
So here we are . . .stories told of ancients of old.
So here we are . . .thrown away your lies and teaching.
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femi from Nigeria on October 03, 2021:
Thelma Alberts from Germany on September 29, 2021:
Awesome poem! Thanks for sharing.
Nithya Venkat from Dubai on September 29, 2021:
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 28, 2021:
Beautiful poetry, Kenneth.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 28, 2021:
Just awesome, Loved this from beginning to end,