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Chuck Kean Mar 2021
My Odyssey

   I’m just a poet, a man of tranquility
Trying to survive a volatile time
Trying to make sense of it all
And just writing my simple rhyme

My world is small in comparison
Floating in space in an awesome galaxy
My greatest achievement is my wife &
Daughter as my life is of mediocrity

I try so hard each day just to follow the
Lessons of Jesus but I’ll always fall short
I know when I die I’ll be in Heaven but
I still fear the final judgment in his court

Here on Earth I’m sure that I have
Reached my human destiny
And everyday I treasure in my heart
And I live each day so preciously

As another birthday approaches I’ll
Be standing on the edge of sixty
And the emotions are overwhelming
Looking back on my odyssey

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/14/2021
All rights reserved
Born 03/20/1962
I’ll be 59–Next Saturday
Thanks again for all your love my
People here at HP
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
After The Rain

    He’s got you wrapped around his finger
You’d follow him to the edge of the Earth
You’ve paid your price for love
But you’ve yet to know its worth

And all that you’d do for him
I would do for you
But his love for you is a falseness
And  my love is true

One day you’ll  see all of the things
That love has you blind
When you wake up one day and
Realize you’ve been left behind

He’s got his world and you are
There just to play a part
And one day you’ll be all alone
With nothing but your broken heart

The clouds will roll in and tears will fall
You’ll be overwhelmed with sorrow and pain
And when the storm subsides, I’ll be
Here waiting for you,  after the rain

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/13/2021
All rights reserved
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
Until Only The Ugly Remains


   The world is beautiful still, if we
Just take a good look around
The flowers and the trees, butterflies
And the bees and the grass from the ground

The Sun that shines in our day
And the Moon that lights up the night
All of God’s children, the red and the
Yellow, brown and black and white

But there’s ugly too and it’s everywhere
As well, from the litter making me blue
To the political and corporate corruption
To the hate and trouble we brew

I know we think we’re fighting against
Racism when things we begin to ban
But if you stop and think about it
Only more trouble will be at hand

So listen to me when I say, go ahead and
Ban the books and Television shows
Wipe away all the history and soon
It will be that everything goes

It will start with the books
In the name of love and care
In the name of racism we’ll all
Have the same hair

You’ll start banning our clothes because of
Color and everyone will wear charcoal Grey
No one will be able to have tattoos
Or piercings or even words to say

For if someone plants roses of yellow
Another plants blue another plants red
Soon one will hate the other and
They will want them to be dead

So let’s say red says yellow and blue
Are offensive and the law agrees
Now only red can grow and now yellow
And blue take to the law with their pleas

And now red is banned as well now
The hate is deeper, fire burns the flames
So go ahead and ban it all
Until only the ugly remains

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/13/2021
All rights reserved
I get offended every day but
I don’t hate you but if I can’t wear
What I want on my days off,
If I can’t read what I want or watch
What I want or listen to the music I want
Or grow the flowers that I want.
Listen to me when I say to all of the
Offended people you think you’re
Going to end racism and hate in
This manor but if you get what you
Wish for. You wanna talk about hate
And racism?
I am Human and I will hate you!!!
This is how non racist become racist.
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
Stepping Stone

    I gave you my heart so easily
You didn’t have to take it
My love for you was real
I didn’t have to fake it

I was the one beside you all the way
While you were chasing your dreams
And I was the one pulling you back together
When you were falling apart at the seams

I was there to hold you when you would
Wake up from your nightmare
I would tell you everything will Be
Alright each time you were in despair

And in the blindness of my love
I couldn’t see through your disguise
I lost myself in the magic of love
Because I saw the universe in your eyes

I made it possible for you to reach for the
Stars and now here I am on my own
You got everything you ever wanted, now
I realize I was just your stepping stone

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/12/2021
All rights reserved
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
Hello Poetry
        (Where The Heart Is In The Write)

    Here I am, just a man in a changed
World and I’m lost in what to believe
And it saddens me deeply and I
Wear my heart upon my sleeve

I still like to think that the world
Is full of people whom still are kind
But the media has filled their hearts with
Hate and they’ve become reality blind

But miracles still happen every day
This much I truly know
And each of us in our hearts
Still have room to grow

One day I was feeling really low
And I had this phone in my hand
I was truly puzzled by things
In this world that I didn’t understand

I began to cry and I couldn’t stop
And as usual a poem I began to write
It had nothing to do with my pain
It was silly and fun and light

The title was Old Ones
And I simply just wanted to share
I found Hello Poetry and I found
There’s still wonderful people out there

We write about a plethora of things
In general just what’s on our mind
We post them here and we read
Other poetry that we find

In a world full of hate, there’s love here
It’s a family that I’ve never known
I feel it in my heart and even deeper
Clean down to the bone

I want to thank you all for your kindness
Deb Jones, and Scripted Silence too
Carlo C Gomez and Timetabled and
Beautifully Broken just to name a few

God Bless you all for your love
And for shining your light
Thank you so much my people of Hello
Poetry, where the heart is in the write

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/11/2021
All rights reserved
Dedicated to everyone here at HP

               Old Ones

  I remember my youth and
The energy that was endlessly flowing
And today I feel that energy
Continually slowing

I remember my elders and
How they envied me
Wishing they could store
That energy for eternity

Now the years have passed me by
And I still feel the kid Inside of me
But I have no clue just where
That energy might be

I know it's lost in some
Kind of a galaxy Void
Harnessed inside some
Kind of a robot droid

Or maybe it's frozen in the
Space and time doldrums
Or maybe it was  hijacked
By the old ones

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 4/9/17
All rights reserved
The first poem that I posted here
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
Copied and pasted, I didn’t write this.

Alas they've come for Dr. SEUSS, they wish to hang him with a noose. They claim his tales were racist bent, they judged him fast, missed what he meant.  
But if we look inside his tales, you'll find the balance of the scales.  Remember when Horton heard a Who, and we heard the wisdom of the Lorax too.  The lesson behind Green Eggs and Ham,  that changed the mind of Sam I am.  Remember too the rotten Grinch, who once would never give an inch. He taught us lessons, one and all, boys and girls, big and small.  
So if you've judged his works as poor, you should re-read them, I implore.  The man we know as Dr. SEUSS, turned our imaginations loose.  His impact was beyond compare, he taught us it was good to care.  To accept the red, the blue, the green, and on each other we can lean.  
So if you still won't give an inch, your heart has hardened like the Grinch.  Release the grudge, the hate, the rue, and embrace the hope of Cindy Lou.
Copied. Shared.
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
Another Typical Story

     She walked into the restaurant alone
The greeter said will this be a table for one
She nodded shyly and embarrassed
All the time wishing she had someone

She can feel the eyes upon her and the
Conversations have lowered to a whisper
And there’s no fairytale prince searching
For the foot that fits the glass slipper

None of the lovers she’s had before
Ever held her heart like a token
And if you look into her eyes you quickly
Realize she’s a woman Beautifully Broken

So desperately now she wishes for love
But she keeps her love in chains
So she spends her nights alone
As only the fear of love remains

She keeps her heart protected
It’s in a vault locked deep inside
And each time love gets too close
She finds a safe place to hide

It happens each time, she’s so predictable
For now it’s love she tends to shun
For even if there’s a hint of love
She turns her tail to run

She tells herself that love is
Something that she just can’t trust
But when the heart is made of steel
Ultimately it begins to rust

She wonders now is her life reality
Being lived forever in a destined purgatory
Or is she still in the world of the living and
Her broken heart just another typical story

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/10/2021
All rights reserved
Another poem inspired by
Beautifully Broken
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