Kenneth English Poems

Purple lady slippers grow
Down rails over seas,
On clifftops to sieze
A small shallow hold,
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In devotion to my dear sweet blossom,
Sweetest in every single hour.
In my spirits tide, among the flotsam
On your knees I will beg to devour.
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In and of itself the nectar
Of a flower in terms of space
Time matter to that certain vector,
That path, of the bee's swaggard grace:
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In an ununited mind
The shutters close
And a depeserate,
soft darkness comes.
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Hearing the crickets charm
In sigh of inky autumn wind,
a belie in the call they send.
Unabridged song,
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In the early dawn as the night leaves,
A quiet observance of a gaggle of birds
Somewhere tittering in the trees.
Peace in a sigh like a tardy waterfall
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When at times I feel the slipping
Into the sloth of despondent
Mental factors,
And fear structures
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In the beginning, I sought hope.
Dragging myself upward through the chasm of my anguish,
A desperate clawing ascension.
My mind would squirm
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