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 Apr 2022 Chuck Kean
Dakota
War
 Apr 2022 Chuck Kean
Dakota
War
War
How it rattles
You always ask

Monsters behind lines
Everybody is a casualty
Nobody is the same

Fighting over what’s wrong
In the most of the battle
Guns roaring
Helicopters patrolling
Tomorrow’s children shipped over still

Everybody knows
All the ways
Children play war
How fun it is

Only veterans know
The real struggle
Hiding in the bushes
Entire platoons down
Running in the jungle
influenced by photos of the Vietnam War
CC BY-NC-ND
 Apr 2022 Chuck Kean
Grace
muse
 Apr 2022 Chuck Kean
Grace
that song is so beautiful
and the strings make me cry
but I forget that an instrument needs to be taken care of too
in order to sound so wonderful.

it is soothing to see them,
taking care of one another.
 Mar 2022 Chuck Kean
D Thornhill
seven days ago
spring’s start was celebrated
then heavy snows fell
winter ignored the memo
the marching band carried on
©️  d_t + b
 Mar 2022 Chuck Kean
N
I exist in the midst of
the ruins of myself, and
the stranger I have become

The day greets me with its
aching loneliness forcing me
to suffer through its brutal hours

Even in my dreams,
I am still being crushed  
by the heaviness of the night

And I do not know
if I can bear to see
another burning sunset
Pen is moving, anxious to start.
   Will it translate what's in the heart?
Ink is now, beginning it's flow.
   Staining the paper, with what comes from the soul.
Lines change into letters, forming the words.
   Will they be the ones, that want to be heard?
Sentences follows sentence, after a time,
    are they conveying, what was held in the mind?
With the final period, laying down the pen.
    Till the need arises, to begin, again.
up
as a paper doll
in blouse and skirt
and knitted shawl
and it’d hurt
between the lolls
when he didn’t call

He cut me
down
as an old oak tree
with tainted words
dropped to my knees
cut me in thirds
in a fell swoop breeze

He cut me
in
the spring
as tulips bloom
cut all my heartstrings
not to resume
this threadbare fling

He cut me
out
of his life
with a pen
not a knife
and then
took a wife
In a moment too small to measure
  my world was reinvented. I moved
  among a universe, not planet earth.
  Physical didn't matter, it was Sense!

  There were no clocks, no walls, no people.
  Thought was bigger than I'd ever known.
  I was floating in absolute, ironclad peace.
  Nothing and Everything are the same here.

  No pharmacies, no need for doctors or nurses.
  Anxiety is a quaint notion from long ago.
  We exist in absolute moments. Forget space.
  I am forever God's eye of indifference.
He’s young at heart
But he’s over the hill
He doesn’t act his age
But someday he will
He’ll get old and wrinkly
With new aches and pains
A walk in the park
And his energy’s drained
His mentality will waiver
His memory, fade
But he’ll never surrender
No matter his age
Sleep tight in moonlights touch
Sweet dreams will reach the mind
Like angels kisses on the cheek
You’ll see smiling face asleep.
When full  moon is looking down at you.


Shell✨🐚
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