Ken e Hall

Rookie (Last Century / England-Now Australian Citizen)

Ken e Hall Poems

1. You Make Me Feel So Real 4/9/2008
2. Beauties Nucleus, Gloria 4/9/2008
3. United States Election 4/9/2008
4. A Beautiful Morning Begins 4/11/2008
5. The Xmas Cad'Nt'Bury Tales 4/11/2008
6. The Mouse 4/12/2008
7. The Little Cripple 4/12/2008
8. The Rainbow Of Happiness 4/12/2008
9. The Lovers Last Dance 4/13/2008
10. Sensibility 4/14/2008
11. Road Sign On Dead Mans Gully 4/19/2008
12. Haiku 4/23/2008
13. Peace On Earth 4/26/2008
14. Experience- Haiku 4/29/2008
15. Love Is 4/29/2008
16. Building Blocks Haiku 5/21/2008
17. The Ballad Of Tom Dale 5/22/2008
18. Nine Eleven 5/24/2008
19. Haiku Butterflies 6/2/2008
20. Oh Mine Papa 6/4/2008
21. Haiku Worries 6/9/2008
22. The Bedlem Of Beslan 6/11/2008
23. Love Is 2 6/16/2008
24. Haiku- K9giggle 6/18/2008
25. Oh Monday Morning 5/9/2008
26. Still Diary- Haiku 5/15/2008
27. Seashore Picnic 7/17/2008
28. Your Song Haiku 7/18/2008
29. Human Bondage 7/22/2008
30. Haiku Brain Drain 7/25/2008
31. Water Water Every Where 7/31/2008
32. The Famine 8/10/2008
33. Love 2 Haiku 8/10/2008
34. When My Love 8/11/2008
35. The Sweetness Of You 9/7/2008
36. Haiku Animalist 9/11/2008
37. I Reside In Your Head 9/29/2008
38. Winter's Snowstorm 10/2/2008
39. Haiku Obama's 10/3/2008
40. The Perfumed Letter 1916 10/15/2008
Best Poem of Ken e Hall

Every Woman Wants To Dance

Every woman wants to dance
Every woman wants the chance.


Behind closed doors
All the fiery sexy sways,
Even thru her kitchen days,
She’ll use her pegs as castanets
As soggy towels her hands do wets.
Over fence, neighbours know they have seen,
The local show of the dancing queen,
Radio’s Rolling Stones belt out the action to
‘I can’t get no satisfaction’,
A million hips gyrate on the table tops
As they swing and hug the upturned mops.

Every woman wants to dance
Every woman wants the chance.

In the shops in the office the toes...

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You Make Me Feel So Real

No throne seats I, but I feel a king,
When you appear I drink the sight of you,
I wrap your loveliness around myself
As your aroma shivers my being.
What fools thru fingers let slip this pearl,
What hand chose me, for such chance?
To receive beauty from a beauteous glance,

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