Biography of Glen Kappy
To the Reader,
First, thank you for your time to read this. Below is information about me and my poetry which may help you better understand what I’ve posted here in Poemhunter.
About me. The three big loves of my life in the order they happened were sports, girls/women, and God. The earliest poem I can remember writing was to my first serious girlfriend. A few years later I met poet Ree Dragonette and started to focus on poetry. That was nearly fifty years ago, and because of a need to create, and the help of many people, I'm still at it today.
I was raised in inner city New York. My father was from Jewish background, my mother from Anglo-Protestant background, but both were alienated from their traditions. Agnostic themselves, they raised my siblings and me to make our own decisions about religion. Ironically, perhaps, from college on I grew increasingly drawn to “the God question” with my initial interest in the Hindu, Buddhist, and Tao traditions.
After completing my B.A., I spent much of the next two years out in nature. Over this time I became convinced there was an intelligence behind it. At age twenty-five and desperate to know God personally, I had an experience that led me to become a Christian. Now, more than forty years later and with significant change in between, I am associated with a local Mennonite community.
Early on I learned to think of nature as a teacher. These days as a walker in our neighborhood with lots of open space, and as the main gardener of the property around our home, I am brought into intimacy with it.
About my poetry. While Passing Through is the title for my collected poems. Under this they're organized by type or theme.
As they appear in Poemhunter, there are several poems with A Heart Song added to their titles. These were first written in my early years of getting to know God personally.
There are several with Prayer either in or added to the titles and are just what that word suggests.
There are several with A Home Pome added to their titles. These are about married and family life.
You'll find other collection titles in the text area with the poems themselves: Dreams and Visions, While Passing Through (short nature poems within my collected poems) , The Convenient Cat, Wonderful and Wise, and Remembering Kappy. With these the subject matter will be right before you.
Lastly, I want to express my appreciation for Poemhunter.com. I first became acquainted with it while searching for particular poems and poets. Then I realized I could post my own poems there. (I love the leveling in this!) The internet makes it easy to share poems with others, and how great it is to give and receive comments from people all over the world! For me one of the best things in literature is to identify with the experience of a writer. In its own way, then, Poemhunter.com is contributing to understanding in our world that badly needs it, besides being a resource for and promoter of poetry.
Updated June 2017
Glen Kappy's Works:
I have no hardcopy poetry books. But I will be happy to send any of my three (mostly finished) collections in PDF format While Passing Through: A Sampler, While Passing Through: Fourteen Favorites, and The Convenient Cat to anyone who requests them through a Poemhunter message or to my email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I also have a book in which I tell of my high-point experiences of God communicating with me. It's called I Heard God Speaking, and I'll be glad to send it when requested as explained above.
Glen Kappy Poems
The Pull Of Poetry
I got there just before it closed and checked out the book of poetry
'And when they had sung a hymn…' —Mark 14: 26a You sang, Lord(!)
Prayer For Help With Forgiveness
Send strong winds, O God and sweep away the hatreds and the hurts.
from 'Dreams and Visions' to Gloria In a dream last night
In early light a street or so ahead a body walking much in silhouette—
Because Of What You Have Done, A Heart S...
Because of what you have done every dawn can be as this one— as fresh, as clean, as full of expectancy and color.
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer Morning sky. Behind the clouds overhead
As I Begin A Morning Walk
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer It's just cut grass I smell but even so… even so…
Any Way That We Can Move
The crow among the pigeons— his awkward gait. A friend whose walk is like the crow's
Semi-Retired In Early Spring
A Monday morning. Early spring. No work today—nor worries. Setting out to walk three errands he is greeted by a house finch singing.
It's snowing seeds! From all the elms with graceful limbs
I Lift My Eyes
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer Tree trunk, limbs, and up I trace the early sun—
We Have A Fountain
We have a fountain which I forget while reading scripture, poems
Aroused From Dream, A Home Pome
from 'Dreams and Visions'
To stand at ledge of life and leap—
NOT to thinnest air—
but to the arms of God—
to cast off restraint and soar! —
over trees and meadows
and urban landscapes too—