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.
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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
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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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