Sharpen up a little when the blunt end sticks its nose in
Falling from the sky is when a parachute failed and died
Climbing ladder after ladder as if the snakes were biting
Left on an island surrounded by the sound of a mothers cry
That interference tickled up a fancy idea as if it was king
Being sat in a lonely old place where cockroaches slime
And in stepping on those torturous moments a mind dries up
Collared in the corner with the handcuffs tied up with conviction
Crabs hide underneath the octopus who ate from a dinner plate
Sticks and cons who fooled the world into believing every new
And as my elder sister slept on the idea that I would never die
A conclusion from Aristotle who wrote about writing books
Clouded vision with artists brush but we can make it better
Life shows up in a packet of cigarettes who starved a voice
Battling with dimensions in a 101 letter word in every world
A dispensation when time took the ruling to control everyone
For its forever your turn to think and have a go at putting it on
Falling off the cliffs of Dover make sure you sing a heavenly song
Picking up the pieces which every man had entered in for gaining
A tribute to us who live with the idea of really giving it all
Poet's pens have ideas only Gods gift can really make it happen
Holding the truth in your hand has always been a deceitful place
Walking on the footprints of my own I still stand to grow alone
This world is going crazy and becomes more difficult with patience
Crosswords invent another script for who will ever win the day
Placed on a throne fitting any extraordinary dog with a bone
And so in cheering for existence when we all led down to pray
Crying shameful hints into believing that nothing is ever true
Stand on some ground where the critics have no point of view
We will win a day if even it is a small present that gets locked in
Pick a flower for yourself and in doing so give it to a child to love
We live together when a torrential rain turns up and hits the ground
I sit by my window watching people on a life merry-go-round.
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A thought-provoking piece of work Kevin - "poet's pens have ideas" and this deep read shows a poet's ability to write life as it is.
indeed it is Fay Slimm, I love writing from the core of my being so my passion for creating such work is a very pleasant one. thank you, you are very kind my friend.
Kevin, all of your work just screams spoken word poetry. Each time I read, I imagine it being spoken aloud and it's powerful. Each of your verses can stand alone. You need to attend some poetry slams and get on the mic, sir.
funny you say that Heather T because I missed out on one near me last week. I will try to go to one with the next opportunity. I love poetry and I love to write as freely as I like which always leaves open for more to say and explain. I guess it's like being at school all over. thank you for your kindness which always goes a long way in my thought.
Don't miss the next one! Go! I hate you missed it. If you aren't at all shy, you would SLAY.
and that is exactly the issue I am facing. I can write okay but reading poetry in front of people is a task for me. I would prefer it if someone could read it out for me whilst I sit at the back to hear it without me being mentioned. thank you for having so much confidence in me. I really appreciate that.
I completely understand. I think I would have 20 years ago, but my anxiety has gotten awful. I even have bouts of vertigo with it. I stood to speak in church one time and had to sit on the stage with the microphone! And to think, when I was a teenager I danced, performed in plays, and even made a couple of local commercials. I've had to do a few news interviews in recent years and I thought I would die. Good thing they couldn't see my trembling hands! Maybe there's a way you could find a well spoken friend that could do it!
funny you say that too, a friend of mine, Karla, is also a writer. she has just started her first novel about family life so can't wait to read it. she would take me to a poetry slam the next time she attends and I'm sure if I ask her politely with a bunch of flowers she would read my work. nervous nervous nervous is all I can say.
Let us know what happens! Heck, if nothing else you could practice here among friends. Maybe start out just recording them to practice. If she read your work and it's well received, maybe it will embolden you for another time.
Absolution profound enlightenment marvelous work brother thank you for this
it helps us all take a bow poet you alone make me want to continue to write thank you 🍻
you are a very complimentary person whisperingquill. I have no plans on giving up just yet and my dearest request for you NOT to give up either. I have read most of your works and they too hold the emotion that creates great pieces. thanks so much for your inspiring support.
Ooo this is nice. Good work as usual.
thank you, that's very kind. I have just seen your 'A Pastoral' poem and I have no idea how to read the language you scribe it in. I have seen other poets do this and I have problems getting the work behind it. I struggle with both my English reading, although I can write okay, I am a very bad reader at the best of times and I apologise for this to you. other works of your which I have understood have been great pieces so I always keep an eye out for you. take care, Ethan.
What exactly do you mean? The words themselves? And thank you very much
yeah, the lettering, I can't make head nor tail of them. a few words I can understand but the most of it not.
Hmm, I've been working on making my style more complicated. Could that be it? Check out some W. H. Auden poems. I was trying to imitate him.
I like how DS/KS call you King Kevin, very cute. I like all of your lines but somehow this one stands to me: Walking on the footprints of my own I still stand to grow alone. It is very true. I'm getting to work in a different way now. I'm studying every word I don't know that appears here and creating a dictionary for future use. I have many of your words. Thanks for sharing.
that's so cool you translating my work into your own. not only mine but also other convincing poets we must study too. I feel proud for you so when you finally produce something from your studying then you reveal it to all the poets and I hope you end up with great rewards.
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