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Kenny H Jun 2013
If at once we were something, we were a song
A glowing tarantella bouncing around,
Blazing tambourines grasped with gypsy fingers
Without dismay,
Free to see the world
The way God created it
With all its great beauty
And all the great cracks in the Earth,
We dance we dance to crack the Earth
Our song did touch the core.

If now we are something, we are lingering,
We drowned in our tears trapped in an hourglass,
The sand sapping away any life and now
Hardened black mud,
The hopelessness stuck
Along with the grains and tears
Trapped much like a gypsy
And like the gypsy we may dance
But its sloppy and stiff, no life,
Our song did touch before.

Now our song and dance vanished
Settling in a nice grave,
We lay in our hourglass
Still in our bridal garments
Staring at each other from the other side
Wondering who will drown first.
Y nuestras lágrimas nos ahogaron means "And our tears drowned us" in Spanish
Kenny H Apr 2012
There is an old story that my father
Told me and my brother when we were children.
It is of the windbag
Who now haunts the ancient diamond mines.
It goes like this:

"Boys, have I ever told you of the old windbag?
How about the diamond mines that poisoned it?
Well, this windbag was a miner
Who wore his diving suit and large pickaxe with pride.
Indeed his suit was pride,
But the golden diamond mines were lust
Lust that the old miner paid no mind.
For every strike with his large pickaxe
Was every moment his mind left sanity.
He wanted more wanted more wanted more
Always always always dreaming of glittering diamonds
That shrank his soul to stone.
He left this world no longer a miner
But a windbag lingering the mines possessed by diamonds
With its diving suit and large pickaxe.
One dark morning the windbag was mining,
It was mining mining mining,
Yet it could not hear the diamond mines shatter, crumble.
Its coworkers heard, but it only heard diamonds.
The windbag stayed in the old diamond mines,
Trapped in its diving suit
Trapped in its large pickaxe
Trapped in its diamond mines.
It continues to clink and clank
As it lurks amongst the silent diamonds,
Making only physical contact."

This story my father told me and my brother,
Haunts me more than the clink and clank
I hear while walking by
The ancient diamond mines
That swallowed the windbag.
Kenny H Mar 2012
Eve
I know the reason how
you do not speak true.  I know you do
share the same feelings, but when you
were taken and heart stolen, you couldn't tell
me your love.  You couldn't remember that someone,
who is me.  You
walk aimlessly empty without love
as I search for her,
the thief.  When
I find her
and rip your heart
from her clutches, I'll return what was
yours.  I'll return what was stolen.
Another golden shovel of my own writing.  Enjoy.
Kenny H Mar 2012
Set fire to the ghosts
that held me captive in
skeleton jails and pumpkin cages.  The
time to crush the shell
is now, and it will break
with my redemption in hand and
my heart will scourge
and burn as I dig up through the earth.
Emerge now he who is hidden
no longer a teardrop flame.  To
see the ghosts walk and lurk
infuriates me.  They thought they could hold me forever.

It seems that I have grown so
much, I am no longer silent.

Now I emerge and
force light in the dusk.
This is a golden shovel of my own work:

Ghosts in the shell
Break and scourge Earth
Hidden to lurk forever
So silent and dusk

Golden shovels are when you take every word from a poem and create another poem using each word at the end of a line consecutively.  It is a lot of fun and I started creating poems and turning them into golden shovels as a fun activity.
Kenny H Mar 2012
I
Erik went up to the summit
To where a rock he could plummet
The depths of the sea seem bare
A wasteland for Erik to swim

II
Louise went up to the summit
To where a rock she could plummet
Hesitation she stopped to look
Poor Louise was afraid of heights

III
Marko went up to the summit
To where a rock he could plummet
Killing a man with such great haste
Marko he knew the price to pay

IV
Alice went up to the summit
To where a rock she could plummet
Shunned from home she undressed to swim
Who would let ***** Alice come back

V
I too went up to the summit
To where a rock I could plummet
It seems that I have dropped my pen
For I will never write again
Kenny H Mar 2012
I see your eyes, rubies and pearls
Sparkling, dazzling there they lay
Sweet girl you made my heart swirl
With you no past, only start of day
We, you and I, must always stay
Almost like a wish in a well
We are a dream, for this I say
Our love we found in River Belle

A sucker for blue eyes and curls
I could never forget, no way
Imagine you being that girl
Beautiful smile, seen far away
Your smile, that keeps me at bay,
It was that smile why I fell,
May our lucent love never gray
Our love we found in River Belle

We watch the cherry blossoms twirl
As we dance with petals and sway,
Reality, our love now hurls
Dancing now, in the dark fray
Now I watch as you walk away
Love released like that of a spell
I want to keep it, try I may
Our love we found in River Belle

You are not real, a dream today
I'll search for you this I foretell,
We will sing about someday
Our love we found in River Belle

— The End —