Ken e Hall Poems

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Gratitude is the
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The word-smith hunting
Pen weapon poised, spears a word
Mindful poem hunter
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Life has its choices

And the choice life is for those
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Tears rolled down your cheeks
I thought our love would last for ever
You lived in my heart for so long.
I knew you had fallen in love with another
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I dog fooded long gone I home come
Miles high respect I for animal dumb,
He me look see I love him
Unconditional licking him no whim.
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Dreams I have we can stop animal cruelty.

Dear Lord, please will you grant me a wish that
the perpetrators of cruelty to twelve thousand caged bears in Asia will in the next life be born a bear,
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Writing poetry is a lonely by yourself account
Of writing down what is in your own head,
A metaphor you see in your mind of
Love, hate nature and the ever full moon
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Mans train of thoughts [sex]

Always leaves platform for two
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Christmas spirit live's

Drives our goodness with godliness
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Redemption conceived

As every CHILD is born without
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