A Buried Mine

A Buried Mine

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Published at Poor Mojo's Almanack

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Rocky crags of cryptic tongue
Battle-hardened folk in a powder keg
Islanders embedded, a turban overlooking
The world isn't completely fine


The fourteenth point was only dung
Secure the collection, put it in a bag
Chefs try to alter the bad cooking
A new generation blurs the line


Compensate the warlord, he is hung
The soul may be healed, the body will lag
Single pole is charged with booking
Wrong step on a buried mine

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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"The soul may be healed, the body will lag" This is an excellent piece. Love the imagery.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Excellent abstract piece Kenneth

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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