kenneth william snow

i promenade through passages
of crusted, concrete memory
and revel in plasticity
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she fell in lust with you
what was she to do?
little versed in sex
her first would be your next
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All I want for Christmas is Peace
All I want is war to cease
In the homes and on the street
Peace on earth and joy to greet
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6AM

Saturday morning
brisk, late-fall chill,
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Henry David Thoreau was not a recluse or hermit
It’s true he spent many hours in solitude at Walden,
writing and contemplating nature; however
he frequented the town of Concord when the
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I am Snow, I am
I am cold, be damned
I am silent long
I am silent song
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I am a yellow dog
who would rather be
a toad. Too many frogs
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Another chance to be the cad
Presents itself in guise of lad
Intent on causing mindless grief
Through wicked strokes of master thief
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I take days lightly
Anguish my sworn enemy;
I revel on air
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Sunday morning and…
I’m down again
so it goes
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This is the problem
I go drinking...
let me explain,
I'm in a merry mood, I’d like to stay out all night
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There are many potential Poes and latent Longfellows
posting on Poetry web sites. There are budding Blakes
and wannabe Wordsworths as well. But for every
capable poet there are thousands of misguided souls pouring
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I have no gifts of gold to give
No diamonds, cash or cars
No frilly clothes, nor fancy trips
I give to you the stars
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Oh Liberty, do dance with me
And shed my dreaded fear
Release my woe, vanquish my foe
Cleave me unto you dear
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Heavenly Father of naive mankind
Expose the shadows that clutter my soul
Eradicate scales that render me blind
Infuse me with grace to nurture me whole
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Crass crevice scarred brick
Walk—attacks my plaintive feet;
Weeps melancholy mystery
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Love in seventeen
syllables is intellect
trampled by passion
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identities freeze
hard as ice in Sahara
cyber subterfuge
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do tell the children tales
for wind behind their sails
audacious signs of whales
atrocious use of nails
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