KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD - POEMS

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys the outdoors, playing guitar and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the Co-Editor of the new Poetry Anthology titled, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Blogs throughout the Web including:
 
Indiana Voice Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.

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                                       Bug Opera
 
Late July afternoon
setting sun relents
end of day arrives
gone much too soon
the heart beats on
as wings of a Swan
the moon rising high
light shimmers dancing
night troubadours sing
to dew faeries peeking
cold can of lager beer
munch a hot pretzel
walk along the shore
owl hoots from pines
white noise, bug opera
a distant howling louder
haunting walking faster
homeward bound, soon.
 
 
 
 
                                                Love Stands
 
Love knows no time
limits to its longevity;
no end to its serenity;
no fading to its faith;
no rhyme to its reason;
it can outlast eternity.
Love shall stand proud
when all else has fallen.
For what is love but;
to love someone for who
they are, who they were,
who they can be and
who they shall become.
 
 
 
                                                                   Adrift

 
Whilst adrift within this fantasy of rhyme,
many men have said they have watched
as the faeries danced until the sunrise.
But I have now cast my eyes upon thee,
and am quite satisfied to have kissed
your cheek witnessing an Angel smile!
 
 

                                                              Shaken Not Stirred
 

In the evening transcending;
my lonely heart not adjusting
as the rabbits play at chasing
shadows in flat mottled grass.
Warbling of self righteousness
fragile mourning screaming
echoing within a mirrored eye
the abominable crispy breath
Flame to the wick ignited but
the candle dreams of darkness
entombed within subtle empathy
grasping at Angels floating high.
Orbs in pastels orbit your soul
a percolated sadness wreaks
my mutation reeks of change
purple rain shaken not stirred.
 

                                                               An Ancient Soul

 
You are a child
of this vast universe.
You are as beautiful
as a spectacular sunrise.
Your soul is as ancient
as the tallest mountains.
You are an impassioned
spark of divine love.
Through your heart
virtue and devotion flow.
You are the human race;
show humanity every day.