KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD - POEMS

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, 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 reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues including: The Burningword Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, The Literary Hatchet Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes,Bewildering Stories, Aquill Relle, Members Anthology, Book 6, Literature Today, Volume 5, Poetic Melodies Anthology, Creative Talents Unleashed;  and many others. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.

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                              Aster's and Ladybugs
 
Pristine morning of
awakening sunshine;
soft, gentle winds blow
as butterflies dance.
Marshmallow cloudy
shadows drifting as
chirping birds sing
sweetest sonnets.
Two lovely Ladybugs
glide by in the breezes
now rest upon the Aster's
at my dew whetted feet.
Sunday morning smiles;
comforted in the radiance
covet all within his gaze
the joyous hawk circles.
 
 
 
                                                              I Pray For.....
 
a sunrise to ignite
wispy, darkened corners
as planet Earth awakens,
a warm blanket spreads
while the King of Light rises,
the unseen now revealed.
I wish.....
surging swift waters will
fill inland marshes and
salty tidal creeks as blue
crabs roam; shorebirds
scatter all about the sand
while seeking small meals.
I wish.....
to be chased from the edge
of the ocean's rushing surf
by greedy pursuing waves
keeping Neptune's coveted
treasures of the deep safely
stashed from view.
I Pray.....
to awaken as chirping birds
fly by my open sunlit window,
whilst my teapot sings a sonnet
announcing this new day of
exhilarated joy as praise be an
alluring soft whisper in my ear.
 
 
 
 
                                     Ocean of Sadness

 
Seek the visions of light and starry gladness
moved by the oceans of perpetual sadness
live for a truth within the night of frivolity
cast away shadows of an ornamental novelty
dancing through life as strife is always abated
thunderous blast from an icy past is inflated.
wiping all tears in the fears of the breathless
death speaks of the weak to spirits so restless
if you can't voice the truth to the youth of today
get the hell of the stage and rage another way.
 
 

          Golden Locks Upon a Morning Breeze
 

incessant jovial mumbling aghast
golden locks upon a morning breeze
convertible top down in harsh sunlight
Siamese cat rides proud upon the dash
casting hazy shadows from stem to stern
quieted ride upon the marshmallow tires
pizza bites sizzle on the red hot headers
as my brain awakens in a drunken stupor
crossing the plains, without fear or disdain
seeking or freaking like a two headed clam
memories absolved of all pleasure or piety
golden locks flow upon a morning breeze.
 
 


        Blissfully Waiting for Lithium's Last Kiss

 
Heartlessly waiting and regretfully abating
 questioning the motif of an abstract work
 wishing to feel the tweak or feted treats
 as the needle in the arm burns so slightly.
Stand in a street now feeling less bleak
the Count reaches ten, the Muppets dance
the pain is long gone, Miss Piggy looks hot!
June thaw they say, what time is it anyway?
The officer stands looking me in the eyes
he checks my name on his computer list
asks why I'm roof bound trying to fly, say I
just blissfully waiting for Lithium's last kiss.