Have You Heard The Sunrise

There is something about

The air supply

Something about how

Georgia pines

Blends with memories

Possibilities

I'm not Jack

I don't know

Any french girls

Even if I were

Leonardo's Romeo

These days

Outside your moonlit balcony

Fear casts a stalkers shadow

Some days I'm an Atom of God

Some days I just feel odd

Shrek the poet

Cyrano

Who wrote marriages

Made love with two other bodies

Words I wrote stirred passions

Caused world travel

Picasso writing

Romance novels

Caused squabbles in

Relationships

Taken for granted

Enchanted

I solve universal mysteries

But I'm not Sherlock Holmes

I have more sensitivity

Than sense and sensibility

Sometimes my poems

Are all about me

Other times divinity

Each day is a workshop

The creator instructs

Some days add

Some days deduct

Every one a collaboration

A sunrise

A sunset

Your right eye

Your left eye

Your existence

Makes me love mine more

The Universal Artist's showcase

If I compare you to a peach

If I compare you to a flower

That is only to mortalize you

To believe you are seasonal

Never that

You are God grateful

Dancing in the spring time sunlight

After a long winter

You are an artist

In love with her song

Life become vulnerable

To feel everything intensely

To feel alive

If I am them

Something they are doing

My soul falls face down

In the ecstasy

Caused by feeling you

I've seen Universes

Come and go

So I know that you

Can't count on me

To conform to your expectations

I wouldn't dare expect you

To conform to mine

I just want to laugh

Watching you play

Like a child called Leela

Giving life like Gaia

Your humanity

Your divinity

Serenaded

Uninvited

A treasured eternal now

My heart raised to the sky

A primitive drum

Inviting life in all its forms

To the dance of love

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Reasonable Words

Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo

The 5 People Who Make Life Heaven

They listen when you need to talk Talk when you need to listen They know your darkness Let you know theirs Without judgement and expectation You can talk to them about how you see things They don't get angry or anxious when you disagree Trust you enough to say what they really think Read tweets and novels Never make you beg or grovel Won't allow it Remind you that you're better than that Lay some of their burden on you Let you behind their wall Feel welcome behind yours You feel each other with heart and mind Even if you don't explain yourself They get you You get them These are the ones that make life worth living Make you love to be alive Reflect you to you Teach and learn Some days the lead singer Some days the band These are the ones You can count on one hand (c) Ron Kennedy

Poetry Tree

I saw no birds grieve No fallen leaves No branches on the ground None made a sound It wasn’t rotten It didn’t die in a storm Capitalism came In its progress form To take one of my last Best refuges from me I may be the only one who noticed The death of my poetry tree.

Between The Rhymes

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