William Kruse Poems

I have wished these teens would leave the site
and not 'bass' on my street all night.
Have made suggestions from the door,
made it clear I would take no more.
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Since the Lord Himself is my trail boss,
I’m pretty well taken care of.
He sees to my grazing and water rights
and all the other needs of a maverick like me.
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I'm jolted out of bed
by a gem of inspiration
and I scrounge for pen and paper,
in quiet desperation.
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The carnival barker cried, 'Step right up, folks!
The most stupendous show of the midway!
He tries to work and cannot think;
he tries to think and cannot work.
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I
sit here
and try to think
of all the beautiful
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The smell of the ocean fills the air
on the rugged coast of Maine,
where the Portland Head Light
stands its constant vigil.
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High in the mountains,
Deep in the winter,
the creek cuts its course
through the snow.
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Sometimes,
when the skies are bare,
and the fields are bare,
and the trees are bare, I am bare:
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'Keep the pencil sharp, ' he said. 'Try to write some every day.
Be it good or be it bad, just don't let it slip away.
No one else has to read it, no one else has to see.
Just keep the pencil sharp; be as good as you can be.
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Stands a pile of rocks, this ancient, pagan altar;
wind-worn, time-worn and stained
with the blood of countless sacrifices:
a monument to the memories of those lives
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