Biography of M.W. Ketchel
M.W. Ketchel Poems
Standing on weary legs, the pugilist, with fists raised moves into the battle
Old Man On A Park Bench
The old man stops and exhales life, sitting down on a park bench, if but for a moment to rest. He ponders the decades, his many years of strife, and his heart grows weary in his chest.
Barbed Wire Fences
Barbed wire fences, Rusted and forgotten, Wrought of winters’ winds Abandoned by Providence,
Snow falls steadily now crystals cast from heaven's bosom
Stage In Solitude
Soft lights on the barren stage cast a dim glow upon empty seats who wait patiently. It’s quiet,
I'M Still Here
Lonely nights I've waited to hear you call my name. Other arms can't hold me. You know it's not the same.
Degree Of Difficulty
Sliding in and out of truth like walking to and from a toilet stall too easy
Welcome again elusive friend. Oh peaceful calm, like the eye of a tempest,
She looks down in wonder at the sight before her young eyes, as gentle waves that rush to greet her, and her expression reveals joyful surprise.
Reflections Among The Tombs
What tales could these deep rooms hold? Each slab and plot a story untold, Of children laughing and crying, Of families and lovers living and dying.
Gaping mouth without remorse or regret waiting without feeling sensing
Like Cowboys In The Movies
In an old forgotten suitcase, I stumbled on your picture. And seeing you made me wish for yesterdays, For we once rode together, Like cowboy in the movies,
Need The Rain
Cracked flesh and broken fingernails strumming slow and easy a voice as hard as steel rails from a soul that needs the rain
bright neon light pierces the dark grey shroud the will of the gods are flashed from the pinnacles of dark monoliths
Stage In Solitude
Soft lights on the barren stage
cast a dim glow upon empty seats
who wait patiently.
like a church before revival
the stage an altar of old boards,
worn but steady