Back To The Rez

Back To The Rez

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

Hours before Jesus
did his best renditions
of a Cubs fan
and a cowboy,
his existence had
been redeemed on
this earthen plane,
a new beginning,
a fresh start so to speak.

Yesterday,
the scenery of
the Missouri valley
whipped by at a
venomous speed
because society
would grind to
a sudden halt
if signatures
weren't placed
on the
proper paperwork.

He met the veteran
of both the real and
educational battlefield
and he accepted the
candidate willingly as
a peer, as an equal.

So he's returning to
his roots because the
evil children of Sparta
made him lose his gourd.

He's gone back to the rez
because the grass wasn't
any greener on the other side.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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The word 'Rez' always gets my attention. I am pondering the name of your character, and the circumstance involved. I'm nosy that way. lol
Real fine writing, I like the style and edginess of this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Yesterday,
the scenery of
the Missouri valley
whipped by at a
venomous speed
because society
would grind to
a sudden halt
if signatures
weren't placed
on the
proper paperwork.

Joplin? I enjoyed this excellent piece.


Posted 13 Years Ago


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"He's gone back to the rez
because the grass wasn't
any greener on the other side." - it's always the way - you have a very identifiable voice in your poetry which always impresses me - the infusions of jesus - the touch of sparta - all so well played - nice job!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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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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