tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340Thu, 26 Sep 2024 22:54:43 +0000love poemsold poemsyearningdreamsinfonaturenot poetryrules<strike>Writing a poem a day, for 356 days, straight.</strike> I'm going to update this. Its going to be poems and stuff.http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Kevin)Blogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-6601058493897301109Thu, 02 Jul 2009 21:07:00 +00002009-07-02T16:16:15.009-05:00love poemsyearninglet there be—&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp I struggle, she said, the night&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp crawling with the starssticksideness with the grass belowshe is no other, the honey drunkmy love my love &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp my lovestarry eyed and sipping beer and the smoothness of her skinmy lovely illustrated womanI hear you singing in the hum of the air&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp without a breathyou who dance with me and http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-there-be.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-3208128363205283077Thu, 03 Jul 2008 04:16:00 +00002008-07-03T00:11:03.307-05:001.I am not what you make me to be,Your thoughts have not shaped meNor seen where I will end.2.I am not an artist, drinking up the waters of your praiseI am not a singer, my voice warbles and creaks every noteI am not truthful, my lips can only lieI am not strength, you will see me bend with the windI am not beauty, scars and deformations pock my bodyI am not faithful, my body will http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-what-you-make-me-to-be.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-8550198151492234677Wed, 02 Jul 2008 04:20:00 +00002008-07-02T23:22:07.214-05:00It is a shadow&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp now&nbsp&nbsp Not much to go onStill there&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp though&nbsp&nbsp Still a painI can focus.-kmt©2008http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-4975515654513410512Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:06:00 +00002008-07-02T23:32:25.695-05:00old poemsI close my eyes and still&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp can see you.&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp you are so beautiful.&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp magnetic.I thought there could be something.&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp but I was a fool.the clown in some &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/empty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-5171381451767705730Fri, 27 Jun 2008 20:41:00 +00002008-06-27T15:42:23.860-05:00love poemsyearningI will kiss youtwiceOnce upon your lipsOnce upon your foreheadOnce for loveOnce for luckWe will needboth.http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-998507296115357549Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:45:00 +00002008-06-26T23:47:27.100-05:00old poemsRich’s Dockside Deli was the mortal enemy of Chuck’s Dog House.Man fought manOver territorial rights and The title of “King Deli Guy.”Foot longs battled withBite-Your-Butt barbeque sandwichesAnd Better-Than-Sex Chocolate Cake,That played close to its name (But not quite).Smells of bratwurst and broiled chickenLuffed down Franklin Avenue and 7th StreetAs Rich supplied the nearby boating crowdWith http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/deli-wars.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-1530137506855108029Thu, 26 Jun 2008 04:35:00 +00002008-06-26T03:00:35.611-05:00dreamslittle girl&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp who dreamed me up&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp do not wake until&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp the morning sun rises&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp and the myst of the &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp night has been &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp burned awayI am just a product of your imaginationsomething you havethought up as you walked alongthose streets at nightthe rain birthing from those cloudsand youalonecoldyou needed someoneand there I http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-just-product-of-your-imagination.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-7603505514825994965Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:18:00 +00002008-06-25T01:45:14.564-05:00the skin cracks at theridges of the bonesand muscles twist and pulltendons detach and splitopen as the bones in my back ripple and push forward and upwardsskin becomes like lizardhide and fingernailsblacken and teeth fileddown as bared and jaggedeviscerators of all lifechest ripped openand sides split downas arms reach out below arms that existed alreadylike mad hindu godseating the worldeyes http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/creature.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-4950679886115879640Tue, 24 Jun 2008 04:24:00 +00002008-06-24T01:55:01.147-05:00natureIt is time to cut the grasseach blade greenand unkempt standingstraight uplike the hairof a greatearthen beastupon whose backwe livecall homeparasitic like make lifeand ridea great beast of burdenliving and slaving for our own goodour own purposeswe saddle it with housesand highwaysand skyscraper lined parkwayswhere man made concrete looks downon the tinyblades of grass below.-kmt©2008http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/beast-of-burden.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-9014330544926657878Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:35:00 +00002008-06-22T10:35:00.584-05:00count&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;twothreefour&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;each&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;patter of rain drops&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;upon windshieldsitting in carstaring at lake&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;wonderwhere i endand where ibegin-kmt©2008http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-at-night-alone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-2797276816299536494Sat, 21 Jun 2008 17:30:00 +00002008-06-21T12:30:00.964-05:00dreamslove poemsold poemsyearningdo not dream of mebut know i will dream of youin incandescent city skylinesand the purple misty swirlthat rises out ofsidewalks cracked.youwith any other name i would still know youany other face i would still see youyouwith different bricks and mortar i will still know youwith different paint i will still know youwith different sketches and scars i will still know youand every curve, shape, and http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-not-dream-of-me_21.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570385377067769340.post-3996581119659710771Fri, 20 Jun 2008 08:48:00 +00002008-06-21T19:31:02.218-05:00infonot poetryrulesSO.I'm a writer. That's what I do, and any writer will tell you that it's more than just what you do -- it becomes who you are.But, as a writer, and someone who thinks that it is more than just what you do and, in a way, defines you, I've not been doing much writing lately. In fact, it's been pretty dried up the last few months.So that's what this site is. This is an exercise I'm posing for http://kevins-poem-a-day.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Kevin)0