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poems by Rudolf Kurt Penner

from catch yourself falling listening to Elvis

make the most, they say, of your friends

and Bobby Zimmy will reward you in the End

even though he got SAVED some time ago

and some don’t trust him anymore

 

© 2013 Rudolf Kurt Penner

 

from the poem: catch yourself falling listening to Elvis

(ask for the rest)

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April 28, 2016 Posted by | All encompassing, esoteric/unintelligible, making speeches/Soapbox, spiritual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

hork

We spit out, over and over again,

what we’ve been told

I’m better at hiding it, because I

read more varied sources, and

you might be hard pressed to name them

Our own thots are rare, and really only a

reflection of those in orbit

Like parrots we go gabbing all day long

pronouncing the fate of millions,

America, Afghanistan, Iraq

horses, hidden in the barn

at the back of the farm

the future of sad billions, not really

ours to dwell upon. Altho a

kind word in the right direction, might help

a kite, in the brite sky, flying so gaily

the mail still arrives daily

mostly junk mail, invitations for a credit line,

tempting your already unhealthy brain.

Somebody spent a lot of money on those little ads

here or there a duck, listening to Styx music

a quick nickel from the sidewalk

and a bit of bark for tea

ne’ry a dog that doesn’t pee all over

a black dressed man horks in

front of him, far too close to you.

©2011 Rudolf Kurt Penner

October 1, 2014 Posted by | All Poems, esoteric/unintelligible, making speeches/Soapbox | , , , | 1 Comment

BROKEN COMPANIONSHIPS BLEEDING DOWN THE TRAINTRACKS

BROKEN COMPANIONSHIPS BLEEDING DOWN THE TRAINTRACKS
Cutting ribbons on ceremony
steeplechase
snoring routine
walking, walking, and never running
the slack is never taken up
that’s why the yo-yos
unbound but perfect
wading in water
never going for a swim
act like simpleminded motions will save the day and carry on

tap dancing before fires roaring in camp lodge fireplaces
huge and daring
accosting the sweat glands
tearing up the eyes
swatting off the flies
gasoline and smell of campfire coffee  going home
to the nose
making every grass to use
drawing up branches
broken and ashen
standing there leaning in

©  2012 Rudolf Kurt Penner

July 8, 2012 Posted by | All Poems, making speeches/Soapbox, social commentary | Leave a comment