AZWO'S BISCUITS
A collection of original poems written by Bob Keniston over the last 40 years. They cover topics from his early life on the farm, nature and family.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
From Afar
I have loved you
"FROM AFAR"
And that is all that
I could or can do.
Life dealt me
the cards that
that I must play,
And the choices
that I have made
have done the rest.
Perhaps if there be
Another life after this,
I will find what I cannot posses now.
I can only hope that
" That the grass only seems greener
on the other side,"
does not
prevail.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Night Time Tears
\ I cried again last night.
Don't ask me, "Why?"
I doubt if I could tell
a reason for I, myself,
am not completely sure.
Was it finding his house
empty of not only him,
but objects of memories
that will never be returned? Was it sixth out of seven
although I gave it my all?
Was it suffering the staying
home from auditions because
the fear of rejection was too high?
I cried again last night,
and probably tonight, my pillow
will catch more tears.
Having control is what we all
seek, but life's circumstances
really have the wand that
either strengthens or weakens
one's ability to resists.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Good-bye Wasn't Necessary?
She knew she didn't have
to say "good-bye"
She had taught me about
the blue-myrtle quickly spreading
to cover the ground around it.
I had learned that the tiny
white wind flower would bloom
around the same time every spring.
I knew the taste of spruce gum
and where to find trailing arbutus.
I knew that the small pool lay undisturbed
except for the first leaf of fall that lay
on the top, and that only the shy animals
are the only ones that come for a cool drink.
Some secrets she kept for herself. I'll never know
about the "blood on the moon," or who
was "the crone" who watched her smoke
the pot alone"
Friday, February 21, 2014
Will it be Daffodils?
Why won't they let him be
What he wants to be?
Maybe next time, but
Will unneeded hate
be reincarnated?
Will his next life be
one where love can be love
unquestioned by anyone?
Across the field, I see
daffodils growing in
profusion where only
roses are allowed to
grow now.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
VALENTINE?
I wanted to send a Valentine,
to show that I can love.
I'm more than a rose or
just a candy heart.
I'm still the one you wanted
so many years ago,
the one you found,
seemingly unloved.
The one you made feel loved
back then, so many years
ago. The one who wonders
today, What happened
to make you return me to where
I was before I found that
Valentine I thought had
made my tears vanish forever?
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
His Blue Tower
I don't believe anything has affected me as much as the loss of Dacano Arno last June 3rd. I hadn't known much about this young man, but now I know he was loved by many. This poem is to him:
I went there
for the first time
just the other day.
There was no traffic,
and the river flowed
peacefully without
beckoning me to join
the one it had claimed
as summer's warmth
was beginning that tragic
day. I wanted so
desperately to say,
" I hate you," but as
I stood at the blue tower
designed to save lives,
I could only shed a few
tears and say a prayer.
I went there
for the first time
just the other day.
There was no traffic,
and the river flowed
peacefully without
beckoning me to join
the one it had claimed
as summer's warmth
was beginning that tragic
day. I wanted so
desperately to say,
" I hate you," but as
I stood at the blue tower
designed to save lives,
I could only shed a few
tears and say a prayer.
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