Ken Moore

Rookie - 7 Points (1964 / The Desert)

White Picket Fence - Poem by Ken Moore

Generations of Youth wringing loathsome labor
Corrupted by increments
The cold ticking breath of Conformities clock
A hardened Anguish grows benumbed
Bends the canvas torpid grey
Leaves the masses of mediocrity jaded lukewarm
Grieving the Ripening chrysalis of A wakening dream

Only threadbare souls live outside the lines

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/23/2013 8:57:00 PM)


    Only threadbare souls live outside the line. good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2013


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