Poetry & Prose

My …, A Poem

29 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

My … A Poem My God has no nameHe does not fit on a coffe table in a book coverHe does not fit on the wall or on the altarBut He fits in my heart, the unmappable placeMy God has no name My God has no nameHe doesn't wear a name tagHe doesn't wear a […]

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A new poem, written directly onto the screen …

29 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

http://kentropolis.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=99 Please read … I really appreciate sharing such things.

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Humor: Top Ten Games Of 2000

28 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

Top Ten Games of 2000by guest writer Steel Bates Here it is! According to renowned computer psychic Swami Hawnki Dori, we have by far the first “Best Games of 2000” list. This (next) year will show that comebacks and games built on earlier themes will be the big hits. Drum roll, please… Network SolitaireUp to […]

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Ode To The Cleaning Of A Keyboard

28 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

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Twas The Night Before Star Wars

28 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

Twas the night before Star Warsand all through the flat,no one could sleep— not even the cat. The tickets were boughtfrom a scalper next dayto ensure we could seethat galaxy, far, far away The kids didn't want tobut right on the spotwe made them go peeif they had to or not Popcorn by the barreland […]

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Poem About The New York Central Terminal

28 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

{published in print and online by the Iron Island Preservation Society of Lovejoy, Inc.} ALWAYS THE LADY In some past life, in 'twently-eight or 'twenty-nine,She came to us, a Queen to the East Side With Art-Deco arches and patterns and spirit,The architects wrought her seemingly eternal frame,The birds of heaven still loft there Families gather […]

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A Brief (pre-)history On Mars

25 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

A Brief (Pre-)History on Mars From ancient mythology to science fiction in the atomic age, Mars was unknown as little more than a red wanderer in the heavens of Earth. In the early electronic age, Man had taken no steps on Mars, save unmanned landers and crashed satellites, leaving Man with no more than debates […]

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Poem To My Wife

25 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

A second look Frumpy, fat, plain, old, brokenShe sees herself Mirrors don’t lieBut telling no truthThey are much more guiltyOf the more grievous sins of omission A second lookMineSees her as such a precious thingIf she were as gentle I would tremble to touchFor fear that a petal would fall Special, subtle, realEach day a […]

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Another Poem …

24 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

What do we tell them? How do we explain to our children That we lived in world that almost died Our own parents hid under their schooldesks But we knew better And didn’t even bother Maybe it was denial Just a movie script A lot of cold threats Or something we couldn’t do anything about […]

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A poem …

22 August, 2004 Ken Poetry & Prose

Men Don’t Cry I am a man; men don’t cry But it is oft there’s something in my eye When a woman gives me flowers Or on a random Tuesday counting my blessings At the movies, in the dark, more often than one would think It is a chronic problem, really it is I feel […]

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