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Does It Matter?

Love Found

Who Knew?

My Little Dog named-Art

Yesterday's Autumn



A Bowl of Cheers?

I Say!

My Quest

Near Miss

Dreams of Yesterday

Do You Remember?

Ten

When is it all going to end?

Sleep

Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet

The Path We Choose

A Soldier's Integrity

What is that Sound?

Back in the 50's Tonight!

A Red Rose

Golden as Gold can Be!

Robin Fly Away

You See!

The Demise of the Old Cowboy

What Will I Miss?

Ode to Christian "Kiki" Fenot

Bobby and Me

The Highwayman

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The Day the Poetry Stopped

The day the poetry stopped.
All the people listened, but
no longer the rhymes flowed.
The old poet sang his last
song of poetry from his
dying soul.

Only to be heard again,
when others recite.
That’s the fate of the dead
poet and his poetry rhymes
born in the middle of the
waking night.

Strange as it may seem,
his soul smiles with
shining gleam.
For now his poetry is recited
beyond his wildest dreams.  


Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2004





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