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- A DEATH
  
  Posted at 1:14 am by Gordon, on October 20, 2018
  A DEATH
  
  A distant friend has passed this night
  
  Passed and joined another realm, another dance
  
  Brandy and death together in a waltz
  
  Without tears falling from dry eyes
  
  The sorrow of the dancers goes on living
  
  Trapped in an eternal ballet as life goes on to die
  
  While nature’s odd sorts in pose stand frozen
  
  Where they are locked and wearing a disguise
  
  And you love me as someone you cannot stop
  
  While we will dance with brandy and with death
  
  Until the hours fall away and death caves in
  
  Leaving an opening where one had never been
  
  Under the shadows of the moon
  
  Amid a stagnate wind
  
  Remember us when you drink brandy and dance in a waltz
  
  While about us the dancers fall in death
  
  One upon one to cover the ballroom floor
  
  And tears cannot fall from dry eyes
  
  Even when we are all wearing a disguise
  
  And pretend to be just one across time
  
  Dancing with brandy and with death
  
  With dry eyes unable to drop a single tear
  
  And a distant friend has passed this night
  
  Passed and joined another realm, another dance
  
  While you and I stand in love, hand in hand
  
  And watch the world as for some it comes to an end.
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain 11/19/18
  
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- DISAPPEARED
  
  Posted at 6:12 am by Gordon, on October 10, 2018
  DISAPPEARED
  
  Morning comes and I find you are not here
  
  Yet we are to believe that you are
  
  The bible sellers stand on their stages
  
  And claim the same claim from ages
  
  And I see about the world and even near
  
  Violence that you could easily stop
  
  You are a religious star
  
  But I am beginning to fear
  
  That like Santa Claus they lied
  
  It is a joke that society paid
  
  To convince us of a redeemer
  
  Who with the power to stop the slaughter
  
  Perhaps was never here
  
  Maybe like Santa Clause
  
  You just disappeared
  
  10/10/18 COPYRIGHT 2018 GORDON KUHN
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- TRANSLUCENT
  
  Posted at 5:05 am by Gordon, on September 29, 2018
  Translucent
  It was five o’clock in the morning
  And there’s rain upon the roof
  It fell hard without any warning
  When it swept down the road
  Rushed up through the woods
  Caught the grassy fields by surprise
  The wind bent the bushes and the trees
  Then all was strangely gone
  And, for some reason, in the midst of it
  I recalled ancient tales of Beowulf
  I remembered his meeting with Grendel
  A descendent of Abel’s killer, Cain
  Then the death of the Hag
  Who did her seductive best, but lost to his sword
  Before a dragon felt the cold steel
  Then the rains washed it all away
  Nothing was left for me to ask to stay
  Not at five in the morning
  When the rain came and wet the roof
  Falling hard without any warning
  Sweeping down the road
  Catching all by surprise
  Bending the bushes, trees, and me
  Then was strangely gone.
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn 9.29.18
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- My Daddy’s Old Ford Truck
  
  Posted at 2:23 am by Gordon, on July 28, 2018
  My Daddy’s Old Ford Truck
  
  I remember the nights when I asked for the keys
  To my daddy’s old ’49 Ford truck
  It only had the front seat and an empty open space behind
  The tail gate had long been rusted off
  Above the tire wells the sides had holes rusted through
  Where a family of squirrels had set in a pile of oak leaves
  And Dad said it was just a bit of luck
  For them and for me to have a point of remind
  That a home could be anyplace and at anytime
  And you sat so pretty in a summer dress so near
  While we watched a movie on the open air drive-in screen
  And finished off two six packs of some horrible cheap beer
  While other pairs in cars and trucks all open to the night air
  Also paid little attention to the open air movie screen
  But huddled and kissed and made love if they had luck
  Yes, I remember my daddy’s old ’49 Ford truck
  And you so petty in your summer dress sitting so near.
  July 26, 2018
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- Rehearsing
  
  Posted at 3:03 am by Gordon, on May 8, 2018
  Rehearsing
  
  Another morning has come to greet the sun
  Chasing the night away as coffee brews on the stove
  A cup with spoon to swirl the cream in to blend the clouds away
  As I sit and think of questions that I cannot even form
  I wonder about the woman down the street who lives alone
  In a home being foreclosed on even as the year has come full circle
  Her son is college stuff and flunking out as he goes to class
  Neighborhood children run barefoot laughing as they pass
  At my comment of concern for nails and rocks and wiggly worms while
  The Church of the Holy Hypodermic will ring its chimes
  At dawn, lunch, and dinner time, a mile away as I listen and decide
  That the ringing bells are as lonely in their song
  As is the old man in the darkened corner house
  Alone, staring at a wall, waiting in silence for his time to die. 2/18/2015
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- Walking with a Dead Butterfly
  
  Posted at 1:59 pm by Gordon, on May 7, 2018
  Walking with a Dead Butterfly
  
  Come fly away now gentle butterfly
  Open your wings and capture a breath of wind
  Set sail and say goodbye to the world below
  Let not your heart in pain deny
  Your right to sail the summer sky
  For you are special, my valiant friend
  You’ve come so far in life in so few days
  And changed your coat of moldy gray
  To joyfully spread rainbow colors in patterns rich
  While sharing your beauty in wild, tumultuous flight
  So short your life has come and gone
  Come dance with me as I watch you twist and spin
  Until your energy has been spent and you start to fail and fall
  As you struggle with the pending doorway of death
  No matter where you could have landed in the end
  You somehow fell to earth beside the path
  That I was silently walking there upon.
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- The Drunk on the Corner is
  
  Posted at 5:49 am by Gordon, on April 15, 2018
  THE DRUNK ON THE CORNER IS
  Copyright 4.15.18 by Gordon Kuhn all rights reserved.
  
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the Pope who drinks wine
  And who represents a group with a history of crime
  That turned its back on the Jews and friended Hitler
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the holy father in his lofty mansion
  Protected by an armed security
  And who is worshiped in life and will be in death
  As the only voice of God here on this earth
  Except for the drunk castaway lying at the corner
  Who in his drunkenness is holier that the pope.
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- Priestly Arrives —- Ragdoll Chronicles. 1.25.18
  
  Posted at 2:16 am by Gordon, on January 26, 2018
  Ragdoll Chronicles 01.25.18
  “Throw him down the chute!” The five merged on Chase who was trying to get out what appeared to be the front door but it was in fact a door to nowhere. The storm he had ventured through and from which he had sought refuge by entering the restaurant was not visible through the glass——actually, nothing was. The door was locked and on the other side of the glass it was just like a giant fog had settled in blocking everything out from view.
  Just as they were about to grab Chase, a mist formed in the room and when they all turned to see what was the cause they found a massive crow that stood as tall and as broad as any of them present.
  “What the hell?” the raccoon shouted. “Where did that come from?”
  The crow looked around himself. “Where is the pond? Where is the glen?” He stepped towards the others who were backing up to avoid contact with the bird’s sharp beak.
  “Who are you?” the mouse asked while trying to hide behind the orangutan.
  “Priestly,” the crow replied stiffening up quite regally. “And who might you be?”
  “This has to be Runa’s doing,” the brown bear said looking around the room nervously. “We need to get clear of this or we will be sucked into this mess as well.”
  “I say we toss both of them down the chute,” suggested the mouse trying his best to not be seen by the crow. “We need to get shut of this before the inspectors arrive.”
  “Inspectors?” the crow asked surveying the room while stepping closer to the five who were doing their best to find an avenue of escape, but the crow, as large as it was, blocked them and held them there with the boy shoved up against the wall behind them.
  “Let me go,” the boy shouted, but his voice was muffled as he was slightly compressed behind the brown bear who was pushing the mouse forward almost as an offering. The mouse, of course, was squealing with complaint and trying to get back behind everyone including Chase.
  It was then that Priestly discovered a part of the ribbons that had been Nouveau were wrapped around his left leg—and, he heard a muffled voice. As a matter of fact, they all heard it but couldn’t make out what was being said and so they all dismissed it until the mouse took note that wherever Priestly walked the ribbon that was wrapped around his leg extended back to the point on the floor where he had appeared and it then disappeared into a slowly forming pool of water there on the floor.
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- The Restaurant: Ragdoll Chronicles 1.15.18
  
  Posted at 5:31 am by Gordon, on January 15, 2018
  Ragdoll Chronicles 01.15.18
  “Throw him down the chute!” The five merged on Chase who was trying to get out what appeared to be the front door but was in fact a door to nowhere. The storm he had come through was not visible through the glass, nothing was. Just as they were about to grab him a mist formed in the room and when they all turned to see what was the cause they found a crow that stood as tall and as broad as any of them present.
  “What the hell?” the raccoon shouted. “Where did that come from?”
  The crow looked around himself. “Where is the pond? Where is the glen?” He stepped towards the others who were backing up to avoid contact with the bird’s sharp beak.
  “Who are you?” the mouse asked while trying to hide behind the orangutan.
  “Priestly,” the crow replied stiffening up quite regally. “Andy who might you be?”
  “This has to be Runa’s doing,” the brown bear said. “We need to get clear of this or we will be sucked into this mess as well.”
  “I say we toss both of them down the chute,” suggested the mouse trying his best to not be seen by the crow. “We need to get shut of this before the inspectors arrive.”
  “Inspectors?” the crow asked while stepping closer to the five who were doing their best to find an avenue of escape, but the crow, as large as it was, blocked them and held them there with the boy shoved up against the wall behind them.
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- RUNAWAY: Ragdoll Chronicles 01.03.1918
  
  Posted at 5:24 am by Gordon, on January 13, 2018
  NOTE THESE ENTRIES ARE THE DRAFT OF A BOOK I AM WRITING AND THERE WILL BE ERRORS.
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  Ragdoll Chronicles 1.13.18 @ 0515 © Gordon Kuhn All rights reserved.
  “Get away from the pond,” both Starter and Cawkin shouted while waving their wings and hopping up and down. But it was too late. One stepped up and placed a foot in the water, quite accidentally actually, but accidentally sometimes doesn’t matter and in this case it did not.
  “What?” the crow called back.
  “Get away from the pond,” the pair again shouted. But it was too late. They could do nothing but watch as the other crow at the pond melted away in the mist rising from the waters at its feet.
  “She has him,” Cawkin said.
  “Can’t we do something?” Started began to flap his wings and move forward anticipating a run to the where the disappearance had taken place.
  “No. We have no idea where she might have taken him and besides, that’s just her way of teasing to come closer.
  “But what about Nouveau? They found rags over there.”
  “It’s a trap. She is showing us the rags to get us over there. She has him too.”
  “But where?”
  “God knows. I don’t.”
  “Can we go after him?”
  Cawkin looked at Starter for a very long moment of silence. “We can but….”
  ~
  Robert made a dash to his car through the stinging rain. However, he had to stop short of the vehicle because as he approached it he discovered it actually was floating several feet in the air and at each attempt to grab hold of a door handle the car just moved higher. Finally, he set off on foot in the direction of the small local lake where he and Chase were planning on going fishing later that day.
  Chase had a good lead on his father as he had already walked several blocks pursued by a strong wind that pushed him forward. Every time he stopped and thought about turning back he was slammed with gusts that knocked him down. Behind him was a wall of rain that was coming ever closer. Then, ahead, he saw the lights of a small restaurant and he ran for it hoping to get inside and out of the weather.
  As he stepped into the lighted diner he was suddenly aware that he had never been there before and, actually, he had never known of this place but the smell of cooking hamburgers lured him further in. At first, it appeared to be like any other small restaurant. There were several booths and a small counter with five stools. But Chase sensed that something was odd about the place and then he saw that the people seated at the counter weren’t what you would expect. Four looked like very large animals with one human seated there and all were eating breakfast.
  The opening of the door and the rush of wind and rain that accompanied Chase had drew the attention of the five and they all turned to look at him.
  “Ah, look what we have here,” the man said pointing at Chase. “A human child.”
  “A child? A boy child?” a very large brown bear seated at the end of the counter spun on his stool and asked staring in disbelief.
  “No. Really?” a small creature resembling a white mouse seated next to the man spoke in a very low voice and looked to others for an answer. “It cannot be here. We must make it leave.”
  Next to the mouse was a raccoon appearing creature and to his right sat an orangutan with bright red and long fur. The two grunted agreement. The racc00n picked up a piece of toast from its plate and, holding it between his hands, offered it to Chase, “Come boy, are you hungry? If so, eat and then, by the blessed ground hog, please leave.”
  “No sir,” Chase replied softly. “I’m not hungry. I — I came in from the rain.”
  “Well then,” joined in the large brown bear seated at the end of the counter, “why are you here. This is a restaurant. And, rain? You say, you came in from the rain? I don’t see any rain.”
  “Uh huh,” Chase said glancing around, “it’s the strangest restaurant I have ever been in. And look at me, I’m dripping wet.”
  “From what?” asked the brown bear. “Did you stand in your shower with your clothes on and then come here?”
  “No.”
  “What’s that?” asked the mouse. “I couldn’t hear what he said.” He shook his head.
  The orangutan snickered.
  “Did you pour water over yourself?”
  “No, it’s raining outside.”
  “Outside, where outside? I see no outside.” The brown bear questioned.
  “What?” asked the mouse. “Oh damn, I can’t hear either one. He turned to the raccoon as if to ask for help.
  “Turn you hearing aids on you dope,” said the raccoon and slapped the mouse on the back of the head.
  “I have them on,” the mouse protested rubbing the back of his head.
  “Well, turn the volume up.”
  “It is up.”
  “Here,” the raccoon said, “let me see them.” He jerked one out of the mouse’s ear.
  “Ouch,” complained the mouse. “Don’t just jerk them out. They are costly and if the queen even knew I had them I would pay dearly, perhaps even with my life.”
  “Oh, for Thor’s sake, do you have to bring up the queen?” The orangutan knocked over his cup of coffee spilling the hot liquid all over the counter and his newspaper.
  The brown bear raised its hand, “What’s that?”
  “What?” said the mouse.
  “I hear bells ringing.”
  “I hear nothing,” said the mouse.
  “Of course you don’t you idiot, you didn’t have any batteries in the hearing aids,” the raccoon told angrily.
  “They are growing louder,” the brown bear stood up and looked around for the source.
  “It’s getting closer,” the man said. “It must be the queen or her guard.
  “GET RID OF THE BOY!” They all said at once.
  “How,” the orangutan asked.
  “Throw him down the chute!” the man said grabbing at Chase.
  “YES,” the others all agreed. “Throw him down the chute!”
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Posted at 1:14 am by Gordon, on October 20, 2018

A DEATH

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Posted at 6:12 am by Gordon, on October 10, 2018

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