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POETRY
DISCOVERY - AN ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY
Look for my original anthology of poetry published on Amazon.com by Authors for a Cause, Discovery - An Anthology of Poetry. In Kindle Select
- The following poetry is not included in the KDP Select anthology.
- Suggestions welcome from my gentle readers.
- Comments also welcome. Please note the comments link on this page doesn't work. So sorry. You may post a comment on another page.
Mary Queen of Roses
by Kenna McKinnon
Manipulating nature for the sake of love
No one felt the fear or jest of history
She quaked within and offered nothing but a dream
A flawless dream with thirty years of mystery.
Destined for a mansion struck with pearls
Felt her fragile flesh give way to birth
Paradise and gold encrusted Phoenixes
Rose from the mucky straw and grins from fools.
Rose Mary rise from the dark shadows
Soar your sons and daughters from your mind
Enveloping capes of crimson petals
Touch this peasant strong again and kind.
Omnipotent the Godhead spoke to you
Soft reeds beyond the Well of Jacob hum
Your fingers touched the future, Queen of Hearts
Endless space/time whistle to your womb.
There within the fearful loving eyes
Salvation and all Love arise.
OHIO
Edmonton the very center
is my gift since all of me
whirled in the cream of winter
seems far from Oakland, California
Who won the World Series in 1990,
the year you lost.
A cookie cutter state
Yellow-green with hills and rivers
Sprinkled with lakes
Laced with valleys which lie
Across your memory,
brilliant teacher
who found a woman locked in death,
She found not death
but Love.
It almost killed us both.
Ohio
Cotton strings on plastic pails
and picking huckleberries
Come from America to me
smell the incense on the poetry,
The center's here.
Where you are.Arizona Cactus Blossoms like the State
by Kenna McKinnon
High in April ninety-five and sun like flowers of Saguaro
Waves of red formed sand formations, stay inside, the dust storms sear,
Wait, the turquoise mines and silver native nations, Pueblo pots, and near the border
Mexican and Texas customs agents hover like the wasps they are
Hover like the killer hunters seeking kids to hold their guns
While here the northern snowbirds fly with Coldstream trailers, Yankee cash
French accents from Quebec and burned Canadians like blanket flowers,
See Diamondbacks and Jesse Kelly only six or seven days ago,
Adobe houses rise to cities where birds soar light from ashes
Mythology come true while high in May the sun 'mongst cactus blossoms
Sweeps Phoenix through the shimmering air to frozen offices.
Still the swamp fans cool Sue's crisped tomato plants and she
Like Saguaro flowers white with gold interior she plies her genius and art
To crafts and her profession and her sons and brother, friends at karaoke,
Belts a song like Amy Winehouse. Finds the craggy sweep where Thelma and Louise
Went down and resurrected as the money will soon be in this great state
And this great country surely like the desert sure will flower again.
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| Saguaro Cactus Blossoms, Arizona |
URDU POETRY FOR MUHAMMAD
Muquiim dances like the bees on the fixed shore of the river
English Muquiim and his Muslim friend underneath the Sun
Shakes the branch below the gathering invisible to all
Muquiim dances like the bees on the fixed shore of the river.
The secret of the cycle of the never-ending madness
Lies in the broken bottles and the glass of amber wine
Muquiim dances and his friend defeated looks onto the desert
Where the river winds in little greenness underneath the bough
Where the river winds in little brown and blue beneath the Sun
While Muquiim dances like the bees and shakes his angry bough.
Muquiim dances like the bees on the fixed shore of the river
English Muquiim and his Muslim friend underneath the Sun.
Stunned upon the saharaa and hidden by the river
Muhammad is his friend and lies invisible to all.
While Muquiim dances.
ALBERTA
I AM Canadian
Alberta white and blue
juxtaposed with dry land navies
while their ships reflected in the sky
thundering with engines.
Many soldiers have we shared
to kill or help or coming home
with flags draped on their coffins
Because of war.
Oil is obvious
the cowboy roughneck
flying home and
this is where he finds his love.
His wife? The love of land?
The love of oil and money
Or else in cattle droves and horses
Where now post-modern buildings thrust.
Smart lawyers with their Blackberries
And doctors; entrepreneurs
Many entrepreneurs
Because we were mavericks first.
The politician coming home
to her family or
great colleges and churches
But still the soil.
And there beyond the prairies
To the west with mountain parks
Lakes hard with winter
Follow the wild rose and the crocus.
Conservative Alberta
Rich and haughty; poor too
First Nations pocked with native pride
The old the children of the young.
The oilman and his wife
Drinking just a bit too much
And combine flotillas swathing
No more family farms.
Still the buildings glass enclosed
Intrigued with boardrooms
Scratch the businessman or woman,
Find a cowboy.
Here in Alberta
Beautiful the laden prairies
You weren’t my first love, dear Alberta
You are my last.
My stone is here though foreign skies may call
Lands of greater legends beckon
Still they will return my bones
To dear Alberta.
MICHIGAN
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| Apple blossom, State Flower of Michigan |
There's a bee on the blossom
All the way from Ohio
to the Great Lakes and U.P.
Through the Finnish survivors
casted in copper and thriving
north of Big Bad Detroit.
There's a fire in Flint
the autos are churning
Port Huron sucks like a bee
on Canada's border,
is poor like…
Go Wolverines! the Big Ten play
at Purdue in 2012 and then
the apple blossom state
from Kennockee to Lewiston
Linda and Bob, Judi and Marie
Micheal and Corky are a go
to the winding roads and the automobiles
American dreams on the asphalt
ever spinning and then
Pass an Amish in the dust
Beautiful horses
Beautiful people
Today and yesterday
Highway meltdown 1950
Nuclear powered cars? Tomorrow
Michigan.
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I have been enjoying your poems here. So I went to Amazon for some more "Discoveries".
ReplyDeleteThank you, Raymond, so much appreciated. I was a poet before I was an author! When I was five I was rhyming "stars" with "Mars" to bedazzle my older cousin...thanks again.
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