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Ken Greenman Poems

#775 Counter Weight 6-19-18

All right! Enough, already, this profligate squander of luxury! Todays duties demand I rise, brush diamond star dust from my eyes, arm myself for skirmish. Time again, tonight, cosseted in moonlight, to balance the days travails with the joy of … Continue reading

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#774 THE TWINS HAD A BALL 6-15-18

Timmy and Tommy, identical twins, brotherlikebrother, went to the masquerade ball as the other! Surprise!!! Both won first prize.

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#773 HOW TO WIN THE BALL 6-14-18

He went to the masquerade maskless. He won! No one could guess who he was.

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#772 I USED’ TA 6-13-18

I use’d ta be able ta’ do lots ‘a what I ain’t able no more ta’ do! But I still cn’ do som’ a’ what I use’ ta do wid’ a modicum of success! So’s, I does.

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#771 STEPS 6-2-18

It starts with a choice, planted, mixed with a mustard seed: choose to believe in something else, something other, possessing – -INTENT – and then to give IT the power to implement -INTENT- and then to taste and see whether … Continue reading

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ON THIS 17TH DAY OF JUNE, 2018…. STARTING OVER

770 POEMS ARE BEING SORTED INTO A DOZEN SELF-PUBLISHED, THEMATICALLY TITLED BOOKLETS WHICH WILL BE SOLD AT A FEW STORES AND ART SHOPS AROUND SOUTHPORT, NC, (MAYBE)… AND TODAY, FOR NO SPECIFIC REASON, THIS BLOG BEGINS AGAIN WITH # 1. … Continue reading

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770 Morning Prayer 5-31-18

Why did anxiety wake me this morning? Is it a dearth of faith I believe in? Is it twists in my gut I’ve grown fond of? Have I let go of the Love that has lead me? Have I turned … Continue reading

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769 Write It Right or not at all 5-28-18

Writing junk takes its toll not just on aspirations, but on my soul. If I can’t offer a cup of pristine water to my reader, it is no better barter to construct a Versailles fountain fed by – slightly – … Continue reading

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768 He could not extinguish Her fire 5-27-18

Higginson, instead of the seer he should have been, was, for her, mere tradesmen, buyer and seller of slate and shale for the rooftops of New England. So, when his moment arrived, he did not recognize that diamond in the … Continue reading

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767 Pin-Ball History 5-25-18

Whenever I feel the need to be beaten, at chess, I call my neighbor for a tournament. We’ll play two games, a third if we need to break the tie, though usually, we don’t. He always wins. I learn some … Continue reading

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