User Poetry

[kennyc]

Ivanka’s Hair

I need it
I must have it
So beautiful
So silky
So blonde
I will give it to Sinead


Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/8/2017

[kennyc]

How Shall it Be

Emboldened by war
we shall go
we shall march
as one
as an army
of people
for people
for the good of the country
for the constitution
for the world


Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/5/2017

[GeoffC]

Paradox

Scalpel sheared my flesh
I bleed
but do not fall ;

Cudgel crushed my bones
I break
but do not fall ;

Words wracked my thoughts
I bruise
but do not fall ;

Feather fletched my cheek
I flinch
and fail :

[kennyc]

I like it! The smallest thing...

[GeoffC]

Thanks Kenny ... Indeed , and how often it happens ...

[DaleDe]

Nice GeoffC. Sounds like you have encountered a pair-of-docs.

Dale

[GeoffC]

Thanks Dale .....

[beachwanderer]

near Sternberg

this time
the clock
and all the cars surrounding me
prevail
no stop
to observe
the solemn stride
of the cranes

[kennyc]

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Dogwalking

She walked two dogs,
Beggar and Poo-Poo.

One was a terrier
the other a schitz.

I’ll let you decide.



Kenny A. Chaffin – 3/21/2017

[WT Sharpe]

Originally Posted by kennyc

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Dogwalking

She walked two dogs,
Beggar and Poo-Poo.

One was a terrier
the other a schitz.

I’ll let you decide.



Kenny A. Chaffin – 3/21/2017

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by WT Sharpe

Glad you liked it!

[Namekuseijin]

That was easy, kenny

anyway, not quite the season, but




fine weather withers
away yellow leaves - leaves way
for green ice cinders

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Namekuseijin

That was easy, kenny

anyway, not quite the season, but




fine weather withers
away yellow leaves - leaves way
for green ice cinders

[kennyc]

The Awakening

In the covfefe moonlight
shimmering like eternal dawn
Tinkerbell fades, scratching
her tiny balls, consciousness
shrinking, fading away only
to return at dawn, to reiterate
to double down on the madness


Kenny A. Chaffin – 6/7/2017

[toddhicks209]

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

Someone somewhere made the mistake of suggesting I post some poetry. I will if you will. It doesn't have to be any good (as you will quickly see for yourself). I mainly focus on haibun, but here is something light-hearted I was inspired to write when my boys were young. I assert my copyright, such that that matters.

Age of Boys

Once upon a time, Boys ruled the Earth,
and the power of flight was attained
through bikes and scrap-wooden ramps.
(The True Believers could achieve much more,
hawk-riding thermals above the street lamps,
dangling from their Levi's jean-jacket sleeves.)

Sorcerers were clad in magic sneakers,
imbued with the ability to run faster,
jump higher, than the mortal neighbor brats.
Oh, Talisman of Power, the red sport logo!

Horrific weapons of warfare were crafted
from scrap lumber, tin pails, and dirt.
Holy Wars raged through eternal Saturdays;
resurrections of the Righteous
and the Unrighteous as even the slain
were called to dinner.

Loyalty was sworn in blood and spit,
bravery and cowardice revealed during
The Ritual Climbing of Mr. Miller's Trees.

Boys spoke all the Animal Tongues:
language of Toad and Salamander,
Robin, Crow, and Lower Dog.

They lived in the woods, their days
a meander along old Indian trails
and the muddy creekbed of the Amazon.

Then in sudden cataclysm
the Age of Boys was over
(a new species was the cause).
Scholars now study that ancient world,
that primitive time,
before the Age of Girls.

You did well.