In a lesson at church I was handed a slip of paper with a scripture reference on it. Next to the reference the teacher wrote "Look up please". This was an instruction for me to look up the scripture reference, but it spoke to me in a much more significant way, and in about a minute I had this poem scribbled out.
When you think that life's too hard...
Look up please.
When trials come into your life, when your heart's conflicted and full of strife...
Look up please.
When you feel that you're alone, when none of your friends call your phone, when childhood friends fade once you've grown...
Look up please.
Bow your head when you're on your knees, but when you're moving on your feet, don't forget the friend that never leaves...
Look up please.
Creatively Kenny
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Thursday, May 12, 2016
The Undeliverable Message
My heart has no ears
It makes things complicated
I don't know how to tell it
That she's not coming back
My heart has no ears
So it can't get the message
That hope is futile
Nothing's gray, all is Black
My heart has no ears
So it ignores my screams
I'm telling it to move on
But it holds on for dear life
My heart has no ears
And even though it's broken
It has the false idea
That she might end up my wife
Yes I'm sorry I'm still holding on
I've told my heart a thousand times
But my heart won't listen to me or you
Because it has no ears.
It makes things complicated
I don't know how to tell it
That she's not coming back
My heart has no ears
So it can't get the message
That hope is futile
Nothing's gray, all is Black
My heart has no ears
So it ignores my screams
I'm telling it to move on
But it holds on for dear life
My heart has no ears
And even though it's broken
It has the false idea
That she might end up my wife
Yes I'm sorry I'm still holding on
I've told my heart a thousand times
But my heart won't listen to me or you
Because it has no ears.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
A two edged sword
A two edged sword, freshly made,
never before tainted, a perfect blade.
She kept it on her at all time,
when I was hers and she was mine.
never before tainted, a perfect blade.
She kept it on her at all time,
when I was hers and she was mine.
Maybe she had not planned to use it,
but things can happen to make her lose it
but things can happen to make her lose it
and one late night it left it's sheath,
it sliced through my soul from top to beneath.
Oh how I wish that this were true,
so I'd be dead and not thinking of you,
cuz never deeper has any sword cut,
then those four words, "I love you.. But...."
it sliced through my soul from top to beneath.
Oh how I wish that this were true,
so I'd be dead and not thinking of you,
cuz never deeper has any sword cut,
then those four words, "I love you.. But...."
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Who is she?
Who is she? I asked the stander-by with whom she associates
oft.
“Why she’s strong and firm” was their reply and they were in
no way wrong
Who is she? I asked her friend with whom she was most close
“She is a giver, she’s gracious” they said and I say that it
is so
Who is she? I asked the man with whom she’s eternally wed
“She’s the most lovely girl in the whole world” why yes, he
is correct.
If you ask ME who she is I have all those views and more,
To me she’s strong, to me she’s gracious, to me she’s lovely
for sure
But I’ve seen her cry when I misbehave
I’ve seen her on her knees when I’ve gone astray
I’ve seen her flaws, her human side, I’ve seen her when she’s
ill
I’ve seen her yell, I’ve seen her scream, I’ve kinda seen it
all
But When she cries, I cry too, and my priorities rearrange
When she’s on her knees, I fall on mine too, and ask for the
strength to change
When I see her flaws, I tell myself that I don’t have to be
perfect
And when she’s mad I know what I did, was definitely not
worth it
She pushes me in every way to be a better son
Who is she? She’s the greatest person alive,
She is my loving mom.

Happy Birthday Mom! I love you! Thanks so much for all you have ever done for me and all that you still do for me. I know I haven't always been the best at expressing my gratitude, but I really am eternally grateful that I have a mom as wonderful as you.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Word Art
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but who really
determined that?
Personally I find it hard to believe, a claim not based in
studies or fact
For can a picture of a yellowed wood, convey the heart of
Robert Frost?
Can one painted work describe Juliette’s love how
she had it and how it’s lost?
Would a sketch of green ham tell the story of
Sam and inspire new endeavors?
Can a snapshot of Pooh bear and Christopher
Robin tell of a friendship that last forever?
Yet museums still charge lots of money just to
look,
While libraries beg for you to come take a
book.
And I want the world to see what I’ve always
known in my heart
That words, as much as paintings, are an amazing form of art.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Spoonerism
"WAVE THE SAILS!" Jimmy yelled. "Have it your
way" the captain replied. Jimmy started crying. It was an
unfortunate spoonerism. He really wanted to say, "Save the Whales.” We saw
him screaming from the boat that was drifting farther and farther out to sea,
the sails waving in the wind.
Spoonerism
- the transposition of initial or other sounds of words, usually by accident, as in a blushing crow for a crushing blow.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Panglossian
Prince Stephen grieved in the dungeon. His father was slain and his mother’s screams
still echoed in his ears. “We’ll get the
kingdom back” chimed the little servant boy who was arrested with the
prince. This initially annoyed Stephen,
but with time, he came to appreciate the boy’s Panglossian comments.
Panglossian
adjective
characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.
adjective
characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.
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