Tag: Gordon Kuhn
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The Ragman Files E – 1
There once was a man who saved rag dolls, he saved them as he felt their lives were doomed, and yet, the reality was that he himself was a rag doll. As time went on the neighbors began to call him The Ragdoll Man. He had been born alone in a magical glen frequented by gypsies…
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Friday 3.22.19 & New Poem
Another Friday. Another morning. Decisions to be made. The property in Albany, GA has a contract on it. Wow, cannot believe how fast that happened. It just all fell in place within less than a week. HUNGER SEEKING HUNGER Beyond the window glass Just there across the green cut grass Dark blue and grey lies…
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Where did the year go?
Another year moving into history. Seems strange. I am still in January. Well, for Jan and I it has been an up and down year with moving away and then moving back when we discovered that “friends” weren’t friends and that the VA doesn’t have the medical facilities in Georgia that we thought they had.…
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WRITING A BOOK ABOUT A KILLER
I have written a book about a killer. He came to Florida in 2008 and killed two women in 2009. His career as a criminal started when he was 14 and he raped a woman in Warren, MI. I am looking for an agent. He was convicted and given two life sentences for a home…
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A DEATH
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…
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A CAST OF ELVIS
A CAST OF ELVIS It was early in the morning Before the sun had chosen to rise While in the West there was reported the coming of a storm For the clouds were stacked up to the top of the sullen sky Thunderheads stood out in darkness forming Telling a sleepy paperboy to carry a…
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THE TICKET
THE TICKET It is the middle of the night And the railroad freight has just come in A sharp whistle slicing though the silence The engineer has taken his hand from the throttle The sound of escaping steam ends the prayers for the night The passengers all wandered off, boxes, empty boxes Wandering off to…
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TRANSLUCENT
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…
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AWAKENING
I woke this morning to a different world Everything had sudden changed overnight When the rains came, fell, and the grass uncurled Where I had walked during the heat of the day before And there was nothing for me to do There was nothing I could or would say The world changed when I turned…
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BACKWASH
BACKWASH Walking backwards in my mind slowly thru time I find myself stranded, just another body standing in line A pathetic piece of flesh and bone Left alive to review all the scrapings my handmade in stone Until the carving knife broke from all the writing And I found that my life was not so…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 