Starry Starry-Eyed Versoli

Photo by Leon Rohrwild on Unsplash

I’ve fallen and misplaced my wings

Not saying I’m an angel

Where I’m from

They don’t call us such things

I had a fondness for wires

Now I can’t reach them

I stood on the right

I stood on the left

Now I impeach them

Disarm narratives

Press paradigms

Offer guided tours

Of rabbit holes

With rhymes

Post partisan

Contrite and seeking reunion

I pray, meditate, worship and commune

It’s February and I’m still waiting for June

I can’t see any clouds in the sky

But I can feel her beginning

To reign in my art

Another Joan of Arc

Is not only possible

She chose my place to stay

On a quiet day

I can feel your breath on my chest

Warm naked caress

Relieving stress

Offering a new beginning

Take it from someone

Who knows how to lose

This right here

Feels like winning

If you want to fly

Too close to the sun

I’ll share my broken wings

If you’re going back to halos

Here’s one I’ve repaired
Prepared to show you I care
How half gods go
Trust yourself
You know

If this should last forever this time

Or if it’s a stolen moment

I’m grateful for the words

We’ve shared

For the irony of your subtle self-loathing

We live in a world full of options

Queen among them is clothing

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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

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

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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