Kenneth English Poems

In the early dawn as the night leaves,
A quiet observance of a gaggle of birds
Somewhere tittering in the trees.
Peace in a sigh like a tardy waterfall
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When at times I feel the slipping
Into the sloth of despondent
Mental factors,
And fear structures
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In the beginning, I sought hope.
Dragging myself upward through the chasm of my anguish,
A desperate clawing ascension.
My mind would squirm
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I fear pride has brought us poor coin,
And in a blind indifference
We piled ourselves with resistance
To the touch of the kind.
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Sometimes things can not be correctly said,
The feeling is there but words are spare,
That dangling thing thats left unsaid
With simple words is still threadbare.
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Pretending to be old,
An elder branch
Cloven and blanch
Clustered with mold, gold
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Solar flare,
Radiant hold
In and of wave'n hair,
One not told
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