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The Various Ways of Ideas

by Ken Robert on June 18, 2009

Some ideas slip beneath the covers
and tell you stories as you drift asleep.

Others pinch and slap and kick you,
demanding that you get up, get up.

Then there are those that accost you
right in the middle of the cross walk
as you make your way from curb to curb.

And one day,
while you’re browsing the book shelves
and holding a steaming Styrofoam cupful
of Mocha Loco Whats-it-to-ya,
you’ll look up and see one looking back at you
through an open space in an eye level shelf
in the bargain section where they keep all the good stuff.

And, oh, those eyes.
They’ll flutter and pop,
and you’ll see that knowing grin,
and you can bet your bottom dollar
that this one is dangerous.

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Someday

June 12, 2009

Somewhere on the C-scale’s edge
I found a little song.
I ran my hands beneath the strings
and held it all night long.
I didn’t know what it was called
or how it came to be,
but I fell in love with it
and took it home with me.
Someday when your world seems dark
and your heart is feeling blue,
I’ll bring along my [...]

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Eternal Miss

June 11, 2009

I know that you’re attempting to make sense of the senseless,
to establish a little order in a cosmos full of chaos,
but the thing that you’ve come up with makes no sense to me.
The world is not divided into the lost and the chosen.
Whether we like it or not, we’re all in this together,
even if we [...]

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Uncanonized

June 10, 2009

My patron saints do not adorn the pages of a book of feasts.
They did not perform the requisite miraclesand haven’t been submitted for consideration.
No one calls them bless-edor most holy or beloved,and you will not hear their namessung by a cantorin a litanyat a candle lit vigil.
They were not obedientor faithfulor beheadedor fed to lionsor [...]

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I Remember Loving You

June 9, 2009

I remember loving you
at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning
when my body longed for sleep.
I remember loving you
when you hated me
and would not speak to me.
I remember loving you as you clung to my knees
begging for one more pony ride
across the kitchen floor.
I remember loving you when you reached up to touch the sun,
and when [...]

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