Kern Poetry

Poetry is my art, my life, my feelings

poetry is maelstrom in the mind that I cannot escape

Salutation to that One-and-only Self, the Truth;

Predator and prey both in sheep's coating

Preciously, life is a succession of the Present. Therefore, live in the Present, with the vision of Oneness"

. . sinews strain and the eyes go blank

. . . He rents out his mind

and I inhale the fragrance of time--

Using poetry to forget one and keep the memory of another alive.

Grandpa's skin is golden brown with yellow patches of wisdom,

Every time your heart beats keeps me going

Life is fragile, so delicate, thin

And the world around us in complete silence

But her loneliness screams in just another love poem

Passion's flame blazed bright, vibrant

Mumble-buzz-bee hum of swarmarming words

A DREAM OF BASALTIC SUBMARINE TOWERS OF TITANIC PROPORTIONS