Howard Kern

Howard Kern Poems

How do I know when my youth is all sent?
When, my get up and go, has gotten up and went,
In spite of this problem, I can still grin,
When memories come fondly,
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Little pigs, little pigs, working at PoemHunter.com, you better listen in,
This is nobody and friends, the one’s with a large space in your show,
I’m here to tell you, it won’t be any fun, trying to cap with Master’s son…
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1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside.
I just finished cleaning.'
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This day that starts true love
I wish to offer my heart and verse
Oath of honesty for two to start…
This day of affection leading to nights of love
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There is nothing worse than a woman's scorn,
'Vengeances is mine sayith the LORD! '
Does anger and vengeance not blind sinners from the truth?
Who am I to dare take the LORD'S sword for his work?
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Even Chief Red Cloud was very proud,
When his sprit came back down,
And mingled with us, on the reservation…
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In the west strange things happen that we still can’t explain,
Medicine men are highly sought, yet have no medical degree to claim.
If you visit a Lakota Indian Shaman, bring a translator and tobacco,
toll for a Spirit Journey, his vigil, assuring none intercede the journey…
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To try the dark
This horrid place
Reasons all near
Demon’s haunt brains
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Sometimes that nightmare,
Sometimes that saint,
Sometimes that savior,
Many times my happiness,
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10.

The holy text of love
Impossible loves desire
A naked woman did appear
Her love so sweet
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My stout Thai friend you watch and wait, till you know what is true.
My friend and tribe brother, a man very brave and true.
To see the souls of others, a gift that must be cloaked!
We can’t tell them what is true,
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Normally quiet and meek as a mouse,
That REBEL JEW gives me a mighty voice
I will not be converted for I am already there
In the army of the REBEL JEW!
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I set in wait,
Electronic blips of hope,
The ones of excitement,
As my heart quicken...
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Emotions so overwhelming
They leave you sweating in fear
My love stays all night
Reality does not live in here
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A heart pounding exaltation into realms of the unknown,
Paralyzing dilemmas of insufferable images claimed as our own.
Things that should not be; yet still,
they are so.
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Here enduring a wait, and weight,
Ready to start before time I wait,
Each sound outside multiplies a wait,
Longing my love has become weight,
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Looking from views gone past
Seeking lessons to learn of the future
A need to know because you do not
Toiled endlessly with it for life
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I know you must feel, a love that lingers,
As generations draw near.
Young smart woman, aloof and astray,
Come to papa, some may say.
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Early Easter morn we were dressed in our Sunday best,
Afraid of getting wet, as water laden clouds started to mist.
Our destination is the Holy Chapel, to praise God with blind faith.
Misting only slightly, and close to the Holy Chapel Gate,
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The Best Poem Of Howard Kern

The Golden Years

How do I know when my youth is all sent?
When, my get up and go, has gotten up and went,
In spite of this problem, I can still grin,
When memories come fondly,
Of where, my get up has been,
Old age is golden, so I’ve heard said,
But, sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed,
With my hair in a drawer, and my teeth in a cup,
My eyes are laid on the table, for when I get up,
Back when I was young, my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels, way up over my head,
When I was older, my slippers were blue,
I loved to dance, the whole night thru,
Now at old age, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store, I puff my way back,
The reason I know, my youth is all spent,
My get up and go, has gotten up and went,
I think most fondly, of a youth well spent,
Of all the grand places, my life has sent,
Where get up and go is alive,
Before life took a golden decent,
Retired from life’s competition,
Complete repetition has set in,
I get up each morning, and dust off my wit,
Pick up the paper, and read the obits,
If my name is missing, I know I not dead,
The rest of the morning, a poem, I try to submit,
Then I eat a good breakfast, before I get back in bed.

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