Poetry

November 18, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ken Allan Dronsfield

 

 

Taint of Pity

 

 

dark dreams of tomorrow live within your today.

cascading in colorless opaque luminescence

tree of deformity within wispy flowing grasses

whilst ravens on the wing disappear in a haze

lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity

pious scripture camouflaged by a taint of pity

ravenous demons tempt the innocent with lies

as crosses burn brightly in the darkest mind.

the decrepit fantasies reign within hypocrisy

as a flavored sky burns with a grayish pallor.

from my open window I see a world in chaos

I see masses of people unwilling to even live

gentle creatures disappear from brown forests

animals walk on two legs stealing halcyon souls

germs spreading hate, in-cognizant of any love

lazy beg for work as garbage crops are cultivated

the lonesome appear lost from open front windows

whilst even the long since dead are screaming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Times of Joy

 

 

Gentle be the love of thy mother’s mother.

soft voice speaking of memories with clarity.

of kindly crafting knitted mittens each Fall

treasured by all, then in her Winter of days.

 

of holiday’s past and family gatherings

Easter bonnets and September sonnets

while roasting chestnuts on a big bonfire

stories of times on the boardwalk in July.

 

Riding for ice cream in her old yellow Buick

grand cream interior and fat whitewall tires

glorious days now a memory in the haze

times of joy with my dear mother’s mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ken Allan Dronsfield

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the co-editor of the new poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze¬†available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues including: The Burningword Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes,Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies Anthology, Creative Talents Unleashed; and many others. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016. He is ‘short listed’ for a Pushcart Nomination from Scarlet Leaf Review, 2016.

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  2. James mclain - is it poetry November 19, at 19:48

    Oh Dear, Before He Came - Poem by Is It Poetry Oh, to me, before he came, The mountain peaks, were bare of snow. And through my one and only window, I could see. And to my great delight, My eye's could clearly see. He and Me, Both out of breath. Climbing to that mountain top, To see what lay behind. And slowly as we both climbed down, We left the snow behind. Is It Poetry

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  3. P C K PREM November 18, at 13:16

    Relations and nostalgic going back often disturb modern poets and so stay quizzical about the dimensions of traumatic experiences...some lovely and a few a bit agonizing and yet the poets celebrate. The lyrics delight Mr Ken Allan Dronsfield. Thanks for creating moments of unique pleasure within. pck prem

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