kenneth william snow Poems

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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I am a yellow dog
who would rather be
a toad. Too many frogs
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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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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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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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typically Memorial Day
is cold and gray
somber...sacred
selfless
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