Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 193,815 Points [Kelly (Insert brooding but philosophical epithet here) Kurt] (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Kelly Kurt Poems

401. Distant Frogs (Haiku) 7/2/2016
402. Oppressive (Haiku) 7/2/2016
403. Confidence (Limerick) 5/9/2016
404. Downside (Senryu) 5/15/2016
405. Maytober 15th 5/17/2016
406. Dog Eat Dog (Limerick) 5/3/2016
407. Colloquial Comfort 4/25/2016
408. Spring Squall 5/2/2016
409. Queen For A Day 4/22/2016
410. Subjective Sunset. 4/15/2016
411. Either Way (Senryu) 4/17/2016
412. But (2) 4/18/2016
413. When Does It End? 4/19/2016
414. Error To Origin (Limerick) 4/19/2016
415. Wistful Wakening. 4/12/2016
416. Placement. 4/9/2016
417. Given The Chance 4/9/2016
418. Crap 4/6/2016
419. Propagation Allocation 4/3/2016
420. Takers V Givers 4/4/2016
421. Cognizant Corporeality 4/3/2016
422. My Heart 4/3/2016
423. Quid Pro Quo 4/5/2016
424. Thinking About Thinking About Thinking 4/2/2016
425. Charade 4/1/2016
426. Certainty 4/2/2016
427. Tick Or Tock 3/27/2016
428. Where's The Beef? 3/28/2016
429. Rites Of Spring 3/24/2016
430. No Rules (Limerick) 3/26/2016
431. Mental Modulation 3/9/2016
432. Math 3/10/2016
433. Practice Knowing 3/11/2016
434. Daily Foci (Senryu) 3/13/2016
435. Astrological Exodus (Haiku) 2/21/2016
436. Fault (Senryu) 2/18/2016
437. Selective Senses (Senryu) 2/18/2016
438. My God! (Senryu) 2/18/2016
439. Walk Home From The Wake 2/24/2016
440. Matter Of Time 3/1/2016
Best Poem of Kelly Kurt

I Can Promise Only This

You can ask anything of me and I will attempt
You can tell me to smile, when grief is my shadow
You can stick me with pins and require my stillness
Take all my possessions and demand more
You can mandate the improbable and I will comply
But I can promise only this
To do my best

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Night In An Empty Church

Civil war soldiers said their goodbyes here
Brides, in their flowing white gowns, marked their happiest days here
Countless masses and funerals for sixteen decades were held here
Tonight, empty, the hollow church weeps silence
Thick stone walls hold the chill
Stained glass distorts moon beams into phantasms
Walking up the spiral staircase, lonely creaks denote my every step
Seated, in the back row of pews, I hear the voluminous chapel hiss
Like the whispers of the long gone congregation

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