The Oxymoron

         Well I went to a seafood restaurant
The best I could hope, it was worth the trip
I was reading the menu and I laughed
Reading they had Jumbo Shrimp

During the dinner conversation led
Into things we had planned for tomorrow
And as we were preparing to leave
I was overwhelmed with sweet sorrow

I went to bed around two Am just wanting
Sleep but my mind was in defiance
And I found that after I turned off the noise
I couldn’t sleep for the Thundering Silence

I felt a feeling of loneliness, as if I were
Just like a useless garden Gnome
And that’s just an added silly Simile
But I’ll leave those for another poem

As I wind this down, please be aware of the
Anti Christ speaking words of the Koran
And the media as their truth is only lies
And so this ends my poetry of the Oxymoron

Written By:Charles Kean
12/29/2023

I Didn’t Commit Suicide

        I was here on HP and I read some
Trending words under a title of Suicide
It made me stop and Thank God the tears
Of my darkness long ago have dried

For when I was a young man
No one ever knew the tears I cried
And no one ever knew just how
Close I was to suicide

Yes there was actually three times
That literally I tried
Now it makes me sad to think
Just what if I had died

I would’ve never had a wife or daughter
To receive the love I could provide
I would have never enjoyed so much life
If death was the answer I was to decide

I’m not rolling in money but my
Heart and soul are filled with pride
I have riches that money can’t buy
I couldn’t be happier, I didn’t commit suicide

Written By:Charles Kean
12/24/2023

A Song Waiting To Be Sung

         In the darkness and silence
It so patiently waits
But even I don’t know why
It persistently hesitates

Is it shyness or fear or I wonder
Does it question its worth
Does it feel it will be greeted with
Sadness or overwhelming Mirth

Could it be that it wants its timing
To be perfect when it arrives
All I know is that inside the heart
It’s a song that still thrives

One of these days just maybe
It will burst into existence by surprise
And just maybe it will triumph and joyful
Tears will fall from everyone’s eyes

But for now at least we’ll have to wait
As it remains to stay deep within the lungs
And it will continue to be just
A Song Waiting To Be Sung

Written By:Charles Kean
12/22/2023

The Drink Takes The Man

     I’m not a Preacher and I’m not here to
Judge, we all take pleasure in a drink
But maybe I’m here to just give you
A thought or something to at least think

I’ve seen it happen time and time again
This was how my father met his demise
And it brought out his inner demon
And he changed right before my eyes

So I’m just giving a word of caution
When you’re flirting with disaster
You got to be in control with alcohol
Don’t let it become your master

Please go on and enjoy your holidays
But do it with care and reserve
Don’t let the alcohol ruin your life
Because it can definitely throw you a curve

Take it from someone who’s knows
Whether its from the bottle or the can
I’ve seen the man as he takes the drink and I’ve seen it when The Drink Takes The Man

Written By:Charles Kean
12/17/2023

A Sarcastic Know It All

     Well it was just a normal day
Until I ran into a sarcastic know it all
I was completely taken by surprise
With his words I was backed against a wall

He put his face up against mine and
He was intimidating and big and tall
But I stood my ground and I took it
But I refused to give in and fall

I knew that he was lost and he just didn’t
Know everything and he wanted to brawl
But I just fought back with kindness
With love from Jesus without a flaw

My actions put him in a state of shock and
Disbelief and his attack began to stall
I began to see his weakness and I began
Turning the tables with scripture I could recall

I shared some knowledge that he didn’t know
And he was saved and he began to bawl
And forever in my memory I will never forget
The day I ran into a sarcastic know it all

Written By:Charles Kean
12/15/2023

The Essence Of A Poem

     When it comes to writing, most say
It’s something that can be taught
And in a sense it can be true but can
That be considered as a trained thought

Creativity should come naturally
From fantasy or from what we know
But not manipulated or slow or forced
But easy and with a natural flow

Words can be powerful if used properly
And they can be forever etched in time
Poetry can be bold and beautiful and it
Can be presented with or without rhyme

But no matter if it’s fantasy or of religious
Tone or of a good love gone bad
It can be silly or sensitive and obviously
It can be of something happy or sad

And for the complicated and intellectual
One can write in the form of spoem
But that’s the true beauty of
The Essence Of A Poem

Written By:Charles Kean
12/07/2023

Christmas Bird

      It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sitting
On my couch staring at the Christmas tree
Overwhelmed with emotions,  I feel the love Of the Christmas Angel come over me

Up in the night sky the Christmas Star
Is shining so vividly bright
And I can’t help myself but to feel
Peace from its wonderful light

In the silence of the night
I feel myself drifting off to sleep
Soon it will be Christmas morning and
Inside my heart this feeling I wish to keep

So I fought for as long as I could through
Each and every uncontrolled yawn
Like a child tossing and turning restlessly
Anticipating the coming of the dawn

And just before the Sunrise came the
Most Beautiful sound I’ve ever heard
And I quickly realized it’s the sound
Of the Song of the Christmas Bird

Written By:Charles Kean
12/02/2023
In case I can’t say it later
Merry Christmas everyone!!!!
God Bless!!!