Kenneth Snow

Rookie - 35 Points (Child of Eisenhower / The City of Brotherly Love)

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flexing my fingers and stretching my senses
soon to be posting attacks and defenses

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  • Maggie Just May (6/5/2006 5:40:00 PM)

    I have commented on the poems I think are 'keepers' from this collection, Ken. Now, rouse yerself man! Trawl through your collection and press to get that ultimate Kenneth 'Snow' Poemhunter ebook and show some of these teabags your best moves.

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  • Andy Konisberg (4/17/2005 6:17:00 PM)

    whole lotta shakin' goin' on, Kenneth. I think you've written some of your best stuff recently, and you weren't no slouch before neither.

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  • Solitary Man (3/31/2005 8:35:00 AM)

    I keep dipping in to your poems, Kenneth. Versitility with verse & consistent clarity.

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  • Jackson Kilroy (3/27/2005 9:47:00 AM)

    Have haiku, will travel.

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  • Michael Shepherd (2/20/2005 10:44:00 AM)

    Just re-read your poems, Kenneth. I'm envious beyond shame, of your lyrical ear. Thanks again.

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  • Michael Shepherd (2/10/2005 6:38:00 AM)

    Hi Kenneth, I really enjoy your poems. However, as you may know, this site has some vigorous (bruised?) atheists and agnostics - so don't expect much comment. But don't be discouraged - keep at it, which I'm sure you will. You have a delightful musical ear for verse. Best, Michael.

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Best Poem of Kenneth Snow

Obviously

i promenade through passages
of crusted, concrete memory
and revel in plasticity

the silent, satin shackle
that binds my heart absurdly;
ingratiates my privacy

our mutual psychoses
festooned in stately pageantry;
liberates my lethargy

in tilted shades of
symmetry...I relish
apoplectically

moments squandered
recklessly—void of
needed harmony

i lanquish—faded
aimlessly
intent on inane
ecstasy

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