Turkey of the wild met by the roaring musket became the first feast.   Stacked hay and pumpkin companions under the skies warm the vagrant’s heart.   The children from art made pilgrim hats and wore them over thankful eyes.   Mom sweetens the yams, Grandma whips the potatoes And Gramps carves the bird.   In feasting too much and the tummy aches, give thanks for alka-seltzer.  

  There at a glance Are hundreds at a dance, Rumps abounding, shaking, The less endowed, faking; All but one having A grand time hazarding The Deejay’s pomp For Saturday’s romp — Poor lass, her heart intertwines In ’Nam’s unending headlines.

    Never had he witnessed, nor dreamt so rare A loveliness in Gemini remade — Unless it be Narcissus’ crystal fount Reflecting either’s magic, unrippled spell While primping for their Cinderella Prom. Enough that Nature’s spite did cruelly wean United countenance so unsurpassed To fuse an aging, slaked and slumbering soul, But then honed monads to boot their ken, Enhancing coy, disarming wit and class. So seductive have they...

    Now rappin strong common sense; I ain’t waitin for Providence. For real, I’m gonna make it in the world. I jerk my limbs, and rap out: Unc’ Tom’s not true. Why flake and keep pride furled-? — As much my world as theirs to chew. Shoot, the earth turns for all— yeah, even for us blacks too — but I ain’t gonna brawl, and later find I gotta crawl.

  Discarded fir trees rusting on eroding dunes — tinsel fights the winds. Holiday’s bright memories resist the task of learning. Lovers oblivious to dull lectures in class swap notes of feelings. Curled valentines in the slush — the "guess who’s and "x" ’s bleed. Truants hurl snowballs at the yellow caravan — teens hauled home to soaps. Crocus pops through melting snow heralding spring break is near. ...

  Along the vineyard trail The bursting grapes enjoy While lovers fife and rail, To the baton and lyre boy. Love is all there is Withstanding nature’s lechery But even this will fizz When Bacchus plants his treachery! Farewell O darkened nature, death! And on the hardened breast from winter’s sting Sing and dance to the lyre’s skip of spring While sowing in the thaw love’s regaining breath.   Copyright © 2008 Ric...

  Yes, I love thee more When thou art thin. Perception’s bent Configures thee to be. Love lies not in bed But in the lover’s eye As an artist looks to symmetry. Yes, my love, packaged small Is a gift most suitable to me. “Postage due” Prompts “Return to sender.”     Copyright © 2008 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: Aug 6,  20...

  Examining papers, our passim pedagogue Was asked to give a monologue Concerning matters bright In hope he would forget our indited trite. Rejecting our Machiavellian plea He decried “Utterance no more from ye — My soul’s disjoined From compost — uh, compositions — coined By minds afraid to pen A decent line in English Ten.” Alas, force to let him be, We returned to mythol...

  They met blindly and fell blindly; By meeting they discovered a precious thing, By falling they rose to the highest rung Perceiving the meaning of a ring-- Two bent lines meeting to form one. Copyright © 2008 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: July 26,  2008. http://stevendedalus.joeuser.com http://www.lulu.com/rrkfinn