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Red Angel - - The Suffering

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


So, so easy standing in granite, seeking her love
Breathing a measured breath on earth to Jehovah above.
So so gorgeous listens to angels strings of celestial notes
She's sailed her worlds and given away those beaten boats.

So so scared and a living terror in me, I scream to ears and ears
Just one moment to tell this angel so red in romanced fears.
How long the suffering was and now we meet to one end
Seeing one beautiful eyelash striking toward me my next breath depend.

So so lonely the road I walked, ran, and sat in the rain
Praying that her window open and embrace an elderly pain.
So so foolish my fantasy trek doth end
Starvation, salvation her heart I beg to tend.

So so long and wearisome she hovers o'er tears on rocks
Laughing so innocently charming alarming her mentor's dark clock.
But ease and peace never went more than a mile with me
Chasing, encasing one treasure her glancing spree.

So so long and dutiful she never entered my room
Guests astir in linens and fur headed for folly doom.
Still she hesitates at gates rusty and loud
Big cliffs of sisterhood clan so ready as rains of clouds.

So so icy her fiery glare once mistook a smile from me
A touch, a spark ne'er fired--a minstrel played so hard to see.
But she heard a rouge note spelt from harp kept hid
I knew, she knew, that note now vanished to bid.

So so one pose, a wilted rose she scans
I bow my land to just see her red wings stand.
I cannot speak for fearing the quiver of her lips taste
I dare not gawk, I barely walk, red angel no glimmer or haste.

Be not beguiled by the eye, for not every angel exists in darkness, but light.

Be not beguiled by the eye, for not every angel exists in darkness, but light.

© 2017 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 09, 2017:


Yes, the scars. Sometimes I wish that (this) type of

pain and memory would vanish as to give me (and you)

a meaningful new start, but with the addition of a new

level of wisdom.

Take care, Tamara and write soon.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 09, 2017:

Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee,

It's been quite a while. How have you been? Been missing you.

I appreciate you so much for stopping by and leaving such a sweet comment--that is very appreciated.

Write me soon.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 09, 2017:

Awesome poetry. Enjoyed this.

Tamara Moore on June 09, 2017:

My heart has been bled dry, too, but as hearts go, and are always so hopeful, it has recovered. Still, deep inside, is left some scars. Beautiful poem!


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 08, 2017:

Lady Regina,

So nice of you to stop by and leave this friendly comment.

Thank you sincerely. You are very appreciated.

I have told others in weeks past that once one of my abstract poems is published, it is like a double-edged sword--relief mixed with sadness.

But it is all true.

Write anytime.

Lady Regina from Corvallis, Oregon on June 08, 2017:

Ah.....another kindred spirit with whom to share my soul!

Nice work!

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 08, 2017:

Hi, Jodah,

You are certainly a great friend and supporter of the things that come out of a (sometimes) depressed spirit over things that I could have done and then those I done and should not have done.

Make sense?

Thanks sincerely, Jodah, and may you taste a day of peace and contentment today.

Write anytime.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on June 08, 2017:

The hard work you speak of pays off with the finished product of your wonderful poetry, Kenneth. I can see that you express a whole different side and your heart bleeds in your poems as opposed to you humorous hubs which are light hearted and fun. We all have two sides. Great job.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 07, 2017:


Well, my friend, I have to be honest with you. My heart IS bled dry for these pieces, which are a part of my spirit, the part of "me" that is never seen by others, are tough tasks to write.

They are true. They have either happened to me or might happen before the Reaper takes me home.

Take care and write soon.

threekeys on June 07, 2017:

An intense piece of writing for me kenneth. Your heart seemed to have been bled dry. A lot of deep work has gone into this poem just as many of your other poems shine much thought and diligence.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on June 07, 2017:


Thank you and I know that sounds routine to you, but I am not being aloof. I appreciate you so much. But the one difference in us is that you said you found it fun to write poetry, while I find it as a task of hard, soul-wrenching work as most of the topics as this prove to be.

Thanks again and write anytime.

Ryan from Louisiana, USA on June 07, 2017:

This poem is great work. Such great description and good adjectives to express emotion. I really enjoyed this piece of work. Good job. Cannot wait to read some more of your poetry. I find it fun writing poetry.

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