Poetry

by Kevin T McEneaney In our mother’s womb we swam in liquid while being nourished by the womb’s water. Even our conception was liquid act. Like young frogs, we plunge headlong into air, landing somewhere where gravity shoulders our presence ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney While humans are fabulous achievers, we are gifted in how we make mistakes. Even our bodies often betray us with head colds, gastroenteritis, not to mention flu, severe allergies, heart attack, or host of other ailments ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney When water beads on plumbing pipes, sweating profusely from humidity in air as thick, sticky air drip-drips with steady weary drizzle that seems to have heartbeat  while it appears that every leaf doth weep, it becomes ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney When a scholar dies, what happens with books? (A library is but personal quirk.) Usually, the books are given away.   In the scholar’s heaven, all books are there, even all the lost books ever written ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney Glance up sometime at a clear midnight sky to see the Cosmos, those jewels of the night, as Aristotle once coined them long ago.   One is wonder-struck with awe and power— fire rages across the ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney In antique days poets said that the eye functioned as portal whereby love entered: quick as an arrow, shot by Cupid!   The world record holder, Lars Andersen, can shoot three arrows in .6 seconds, yet ...
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by Kevin T McEneaney A pleasant set of chimes can turn around a day by transforming it into cheer. Chimes remain an important talisman on front porch or rear exit of a home— you can tinkle them, scare the hummingbird, ...
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Put a Cricket in your Heart by Kevin T McEneaney The earth is full of singing poetry— from the unseen worm to gold cricket perched on a blade of cemetery grass by the carved stone of a fallen soldier who ...
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by Kevin T. McEneaney replaced by tv dating game shows food recipes replaced intimacy alliteration and assonance abandoned as artificial affectation it was deemed sentimental when compared to pornography romance was no longer thought possible computers didn’t know how to ...
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by Desmond Egan   exhausted banging buzzing how baffled he is as he crawls is crawling against the pane of all the bright beyond   watch that web           its speedy spider                   poor tetchy ...
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