Poems by Kenneth brown

Navigate by clicking the links below.

- The gift
- A Den of Thieves
- ? Does it exist
- God will provide
- A precious pearl

The gift

In a carved out sepulcher – upon a cold slab, I dwell,
banished from society, to wear a toe tag, NO SLEEP.
Reminiscing on days long passed:
Recognizing those moments in Ms. Hurd’s arms
was angelic – blissful – cultural,
As we cultivated the oneness of two worlds.
Voyaging the sea of wonder, spins within me.
I smile the gloom from before me,
embrace the pillow, as tears stream in the darkness
when a low assuring voice within says do not resuscitate
Flashing on- old love brought life life.
In view- my Baby Girl and Baby Boy, my heart with those two. 
Ashley’s the moon in the night illuminating in the orbit of worlds
Jamaal’s the sun who’s artistry will produce life in new days.
And me- I’m a founder of yesterday
sorting out today. 

top

A Den of Thieves

Out of this scathing jungle, from between towering trees,
raspy winds, and the displacement of the entombed:
This dweller emerge from it’s darkness.
Where: snakes of all type sliver, wolves pray from behind,
parrots repeat with malformation, bulls tempt, and try
to trample, and ostriches bury their heads.
Yeah this is primitive.
Around the edges of this jungle is a wall.
From the great eye of this cave, I gaze out
through the walls of bitterness, of anger, of resentment,
of disjointed, and “yet” sweet contemplation.
Beyond the misfits- beyond the restrains- beyond the primitive.
To the shore, were my heart rests, enjoying presence…
until the raspy wind blows and the stench of the hunter
drags me back to this displacement.

top

? Does it exist

To you faceless of my eyes
Thoughts filled with words
Voice person full of I’s
Have you heard the free person?
Have you seen freedom of tomorrow’s worries?
Or kissed lips of no opinion?
For the worthies cause
I shall not whisper
But speaks loudly – Boldly
With my end
Have you seen my freedom?
Heard my… ?
Considered the depth of my nothing (s)?
Of my worthless freedom to you ?
When you have 
You’ll know freedom too. 

top

God will provide

I heard your heart speak,
without seeing lips move.
I felt your words
to be cold care, and un-soothing.
With a staggering stare
you reminisce, and express love.
“WHY THE SILENCE?”
Is this surreal,
or your reality to cause stress?
My shoulders I shrug, as if not bothered:
Un-spoken words, matters of importance…
In this motionless mortuary it gets heavy.
Thanks for the Sun – in which I repose:
glowing strong from its rays:
No need for a carnation or a single rose,
see the mail, hear the next phrase.
Representatives of my father,
speak, and show love:
while you neglect to show that of. 
Or come through the mail
with a life lifting hug.
That’s alright.
Before I am embalmed
Other will be company,
Silence never elevates
compassion aids
while you fade other will entrust
its upsetting, but there’s no more
FUSS, GOD WILL PROVIDE!

top

A precious pearl

Between four walls of destruction:
merciless voices whistle in the wind:
vultures peck at the eyes
saying you’ll never see again.
My Father Son, embodied strength in me
to rise from the ruin:
While birthing what other neglect to see.
They said, he’s a madman, despise,
there’s no reason to keep him around close his eyes.
Confidence in my Father
His dedication inspires me:
lifting me from poverty.
I’m no longer peasant – an Ambassador, I am.
Angels cry for me,
my teacher died for me,
the taproot of rebellion spreads no more.
I am a beloved, bought, covered, paid for,
walking slow, forever to soar.
Days past, took not my face
nor does lack of freedom
kidnap me in this prison space.
In this war room, I ponder, plan, cry,
I’m no madman, but this flesh will die.
Christ like I am, reborn from the past,
In Abraham’s bosom
I rest at last.

By Kenneth Brown 

top