Glen Kappy

Gold Star - 21,810 Points (June 30,1948 / New York, NY USA)

Glen Kappy Poems

1. Short Song, A Home Pome 3/20/2016
2. Five-Year-Old Granddaughter And Cat 3/21/2016
3. Panty Hose Meditation 3/31/2016
4. Morning Walk With Woodpecker 4/2/2016
5. Who Are We? 4/28/2016
6. Only For A Moment 6/1/2016
7. In A Sound Studio Waiting Room 6/1/2016
8. Nudists 6/1/2016
9. What Light Can Do 6/1/2016
10. Rain In Drought 6/1/2016
11. Dog Sniffs Intently 6/1/2016
12. At A Grower's Market 6/1/2016
13. Camping Trip 6/1/2016
14. Muddy Lot 6/1/2016
15. Impersonating Shadows 6/1/2016
16. To One Unseen 6/1/2016
17. Seen From Hot Street 6/1/2016
18. Huge Dark Clouds 6/1/2016
19. The Wonder Of Thought 6/1/2016
20. Dawn Variations 6/1/2016
21. Desert Willow Silhouette 6/2/2016
22. Black Chin On Desert Willow 6/2/2016
23. Partners 6/2/2016
24. Nature And Man 6/2/2016
25. Salida, Colorado 6/2/2016
26. Summer Morning Walks 6/2/2016
27. Thunder Over Downtown Denver 6/2/2016
28. Overcast 6/2/2016
29. Late Summer Morning 6/2/2016
30. Friday P.M. Reverie, A Home Pome 6/6/2016
31. Like Sunday Streets 6/7/2016
32. Sabbath Reverie, A Home Pome 6/7/2016
33. What Don Juan De Marco Knows, A Home Pome 6/11/2016
34. Mindscape 6/11/2016
35. Bright Beginnings 6/11/2016
36. Seraglio 6/17/2016
37. Is This All Beauty Is? 6/20/2016
38. Vowed To Silence For A Day 6/20/2016
39. Of Bees And Mexican Hats 6/21/2016
40. After Night Of Troubling Sounds 6/21/2016
Best Poem of Glen Kappy

He Sang

'And when they had sung a hymn…'
—Mark 14: 26a

You sang, Lord(!)
In a tenor or a baritone?
(Another thing
we're left to wonder—
with hair, eyes, skin, size—
to wonder then let go) .
Was it a solemn song?
Or one to fortify
against the night
you knew would follow?

In times before
on dusty roads
were they who struggled
to keep up with you
surprised to hear you whistle?
Or did they smile
when you'd start
a cadenced song
to make less weary
all the miles?

Or in gray dawn
and back from prayer—
your ...

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Imagine Me

from 'Dreams and Visions'

Imagine me a happy idiot
a mellow-tempered man who's slow of wit
but content to sing homely songs
about all God's beautiful things—

a hobo clown
who lies in fields of daisies

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