Here are some of Kenny's latest poems:

Remarkably They Came

From far far away there came a wave
more precise to say five waves
remarkably the same
in time frame

They came from the center of our galaxy
from a "space object"
subjected to our space logic
digested for over two years by our scientists
then regurgitated to us
as an after burp
nicknaming
this mysterious source, not as a main course
but
"burper"

From a magnetar…not a mega……star
with a megaphone
a coming home, a cavalry charge
crossing the cosmos
a calvalry call to our skull

a pulse to give us heart
an arrow from Eros
five bursts in seven hours
constant,…contact
a quiver
from the center of the galaxy

creator…
of a brown dwarf, ummm, closer to a like source
elves maybe other selves
maybe rings to remind our selfs
to listen to our center

to reverberate a higher course
from a true source
a cavalry of consciousness to our calvary
to use our hands seven days a week
to seek

to burst the usurpers
interpretation of nomenclature
and take back our place
as a human race
with a human face
towards
the stars

3/07/09

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Live it Right

You have this life, live it right
to the end
it takes its shape
by your hands

Through your breath
you hail from the vase
that holds the face
of lips
that spoke, then drink
the potion

Set in motion, you see
by your deeds
the seeds, that grew
into what … now holds
that bloom
with emptiness or the fullness
of
a life lived
with and end, to begin with

1/10/04

Here are 2 of Kenny's website-related poems:
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Seven Sisters Writing Through the Moon

For some reason, I breathe more deeply
more calmly
in the light of today
for
we bathed in the reflective light of the moon
last
night
full

full,
no filled

Seven friends sat, on deck
circled
listening
the story was of a dream, the dream
awoke
when the teller
spoke
and pointed to the sky, the point was made
as fingertip dipped into cosmic ink
and wrote the rest by shooting star

The story over, the deck was cleared
it was time to take to field
the road to field was forested with friends
we hadn't seen before
the dust in air came down to us
not up as driven dirt would do
came down on us
not up from tired wheels

The steps we've taken now opened up
to
moonlit meadow light
and
under that dome school night
the cosmic chalkboard erased our past
past understanding
the wrote to us in mysterious Mayan mazes
we read, we wondered, then
wandered
into
overstanding
through tunnels from yonder
of love
of life
liberating our souls from our shoes
so we could walk lighter on our
now
clear collective path
toward
seeing
the transparencies that speak of a separate reality

Evening into night into dawn
awakening to the knowledge that
life is magical
shooting stars are exclamation points
and
having a point is pointless
without a loving place to place it

That life is a mystery
elusive
but that there is
a road
a way
and it's not that far away
from you

Into the light of the moon
we dance
onward through life's maze
arrive

a…mazed
a..mazed
amazed

8/16/2000

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Poet...or Poetaster

I’ve been thinking about doubt
as I ride in the rain, today, uphill
with the moisture from above nurturing me and we
It seems we’re always looking up
just how high?
to professors? to prophets? to the Pleiades?

I’ve been thinking about doubt, and about magic
as I ride today in rain, all wet
as I ride past, scat after scat, after scat
scat on my path today, that I hadn’t seen on yesterday’s
I listen
remembering last night’s, high pitched voices
they lead me uphill, uphill, and I am glad to follow
it feels as if they’re excremation points!
Who’s to say what’s shitty

I imagine great poets had great friends
who believed in them, even when …
who had faith in themselves
in their discovery, even if unfounded
by Foundations

Perhaps our treasure, is just for us, perhaps its breath
only fills our chests
I believe in our discovery
I have faith in its fulfillment
but
if its breath, filled just the chests
of friends
it’s full enough for me

A. Coyote

10/30/00
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