HTP Poetry

The Poems

2021


Melody Harmonic

by Kevin Thompson

Wouldn't you like to could you

Flash me that wide and potent smile

I think it suits you, Anne. 

Makes me want to use my time


But this troubadour is weary, 

my rhymes and notes turned dreary

Been like this for a long long time

Ships pass through this world, but you make me glad 

We did collide


The kettle whistles tea is ready

Come sip with me for a while

Shared maginations running

Through this universe all wild


But this.  

Now I'm loving you loving me

I hope you can see, you bested me

Baby you are more than just amazing

For better and for worse and here in every verse

I'm glad you're mine.


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#21 By Kevin Thompson Beneath the haze on this pale blue dot My gaze is fixed on where I’m not From the night sky beam the beacons of light And I know that Ill go there, though maybe not tonight For between here and there may be oceans of black Ever-how-far must be a most worthwhile trek



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The Hermit

Why am I a solitary man?

Why was I up and branded a solitary man?

Just one “because” for all the “why’s”

Just one “hello” for all the “bye’s”

Just I say it’s so

But then the what’s to tell, 

Mostly no one.  What.  

Wait. I am thinking.

So trod the boots 

laced on the feet of this…

Of this solitary man

11/23/21


Wright

That is an unfortunate narrative.  

The story is yours.  

The wording, subjective.  

Perception’s rank, pure.   

The power, subjective.  

The waves, conspired. 

Just to feel connected.

11/24/2021

The Old Man
by Kevin Thompson


The Little Boy
By Kevin Thompson 




To Think

I used to think, to think I had, I had old Luci by the toe


But now I see I see I know he’s watching and laughing


I used to think, to think I had to think rigorously, bastards cloned me


Mostly I was tryin to run, runnin tryin to run switch switch switch switchery


All the stones, the robes and throws hasten the fall, the insanity


Wayward body snatches and the ghosts are rattling rafters


it’s for you, it’s for me, it’s to big for tv


I used to know, used to know I had, I had luck with proximity


But now I see I see They are all way to close to me


All the stoves and washer loads, temped bath, thanks to time


Soon, soon, maybe, I’ve got to be leaving.


Kevin L Thompson

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