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Shy Princess

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.

Strength in silence.

Strength in silence.

Why look to the morning to see my blood-soaked bones,
I just moan my few syllables as darkness, and her love fades.
Lightning bolts soothe a traveler's wayward hunger . . .
Laughing silently, walking crippled cold slumber.

Yon moon falls harshly through shadows dim,
On a princess' secret sod, she cries over broken rim.
Understanding forfeits the kingdom's spears . . .
Rain hates the prince's soul, her raven just endures.

Life turns to sleeping dog; dreams once a youthful sight,
It cannot occupy both my fence, gold dust and forsaken light.
Finally, a step heard in thicket thick, hollow-eyed hermits cry,
Eastern winks from wise drinks, breath taken once flies.

Gain with pirates freedom, lust and love,
Ravens laugh, rhino's dig and curse the dove.
Only the sleeping babe, the guarded snake.
We've lost, we've met sins and tears to make.

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