Was It Something I Should Have Said?

When poets fly in flocks
do they fly in formation?
Then after generations
become a kind of nation.
Would there be bigotry
for those without acculturation?
Even for the minor poets?

Could it be sublimated
or would they battle?
Would there be a grunge scene
Like in the 90's in Seattle?
Could you trace its roots
to human gods,
And their games of thrones?
Would there be rigid rules?
Would intellectuals be chiseled,
or would they be stoned?
Could they emulate Bukowski?
John Malkovich his head?
Would they prophesy,
write prayers like Rumi,
for their daily bread?

Could they write for readers,
dreamers, believers?
Would they make it most accessible?
Could they become irrepressible?
So jaded and cynical you could show no love.

If you were enthusiastic
would they treat you like a groupie,
or a money mark?
If I wanted to swim with those fishes
would I have to become a shark?
Would they put up velvet ropes,
choosing only two of each kind,
A lot like Noah's ark?
Or would we celebrate each other
like Shakespeare in the park?

Would we just do it like Nike?
Or carefully choose
what colonizes our psyche?
Would we stay sensitive
even with our pens?
If we crash and break a wing,
have the nerve to fly again?

Gain competence and confidence,
felicity and freedom.
Get so good we preach.
Would we learn multi- perspectivity
from all that we teach?
Religiously and scientifically
become one family.
Exploring all there is,
was or could be,
With a universal kind of love.
Could we build a safer world,
full of vibrant colors,
that embraces my son Deven?
Realizing my Utopian dreams,
my idea of heaven.
Would my dreaming hypnotize?
It's better than holding hands in hell,
even while unrealized.

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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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