Pen Art: Poems of Life

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©2020KDKNOX

ISBN (Print Edition): 978-1-09833-740-7

ISBN (eBook Edition): 978-1-09833-741-4

Printed in the United States

First Edition

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I started writing poetry back in 2009. I was inspired by my older sister Miriam who also wrote poetry so I figured it was in my DANA(D.N.A) also to write. My first attempt was a book called OBKNOXIOUSLY YOURS TRULY Poems of Life I illustrated the cover for, wrote and had printed in six months to see if I could do it. Since then I have been writing and collecting poems. These are 120 of the more palatable ones I have written over the last ten years that might keep me off of the No Fly List and out of an asylum. If some of my poetry’s themes seem to reiterate themselves, it’s only because life itself is reiterating.

K.D. KNOX

Acknowledgements

Chawn Mr. Magic Paige----Computer Tech Advisor

Angela Tweedle Tyson----Photography

Dedications

To my three children Karin, Majul and Keenan. My seven grandkids, The Knox Klan and all of my friends that inspired me and pushed my pen to create these eclectic writings over the last ten years.

Table of Contents

Pen Art

At The Day’s End

Lucatyounow!!!

The Eyes Of A Child

The Closet Tailor

Confused And Black

Rap On Brother

Hyde’s Pride

My Brother, My Brother

My Dreams

The Privilege

Drilling For Dinosaurs

Pick Up The Soap

When Wry Goes Awry

Who Are You?????

The Great Lie

Memories

Why Can’t We All Get Together

Then And Now

3 Wheels 3 Women 3 Wishes

A Doggone Shame

The Perplexing Paradox Of Love

Upside Down

Mrs Fountain

The Love Blender

Helter Skelter

All About Nothing

My Three Loves

Trash Talking Ways

God’s Math

The Itis Boys & Dr. C.

Gardenias And Gladiolus

Ya Done Real Good

True Friendship Prologue

True Friendship

Dark Ages

Now I See The God In Me

Just Thoughts

Don’t Tell Don’t Ask

Bridging The Gap

Learning vs Earning

Our Creations

Watch Out For Cars Dummy

Friend, Project Or Foe

Forward To The Good Old Days

O Where O Where!!!!

Sandcastles

For Money Do We Part

The Journey

The Garden Tool

Hear Me Out!!!!!

Lottery Player’s Blues

A Final Lament

Miracles

Trying To Change

Why I Write

Bestest Of Friends

Doubting And Doing

Let’s Come Together

My Wish

The Give And Take Of It All

The Cup

Neighbor 911

On A Zoom

The Family Tree

At Sea

The Book Of KD

The Dust

Open Up

KD’s Knew Rules

Serenity Plea For Purpose

The Creator’s Love

The Lies About Truth

The Human Struggle

Realization

Pro-speck-Tive

Put It In The Wind

Q & A

Footsteps

Debbie Doo

Dear Weez

Living To Die For

Pharmageddon

Tomorrow

We Still Rise

Once Again

To Bi Or Not To Bi

From Peter To Paul

Trust

Mother Nature’s Dance

Coming Up In The A.T.L.

God’s Gift

Family Upbringin

Love From Within

Driving Me Insane

Happy New Day

Entertainer’s Lament

Female Math

Stature Or Status???

I.C.U.

Proactive Or Reactive

The Big Show

Life’s Mountains

Staying Clean In 2016

Dad

Mom

My Idols

Lessie’s Report

Yah Mon, Respect

Jammed In Jamaica

Gravity

Dichotomy Of A Species

DANA

True First Love

Majul

Sixty-Six

Good Neighbors, Bad Knees

En Garde Ennui

America’s Lawlessness

Pen Art

If I could write a Rembrandt

What words would I choose

If I could pen a Picasso

Which pens would I use

To portray such beauty

Of purple, rose and gold

Into expressive words

For the mind’s eyes to behold

Words that stir imagination

And make emotions flare

To make you feel weightless

Like floating on thin air

How can I write the ruby reds

And the ice-cool blues

Mixed with the emerald greens

With a hint of yellowish hues

A giant reddish-orange sun

Setting into a blue ocean

Behind a sailboat clipping the water

In an easy, effortless motion

How can I wield my pen

Like an extension of my eyes

To make you feel a breeze

Under the clear blue skies

With words from my soul

Flowing to the tip of my pen

Arriving spiritually painted

Written from deep within

If I could write a Rembrandt

It would be words from my heart

To bring color to the world

By sharing my pen’s art

At The Day’s End

At the end of the day when the dust settles

Did you make someone smile

Or leave someone alone and sad

Did you sleep with a song in your heart

Or toss and turn angry and mad

At the end of the day when the dust settles

Did you have a wonderful day

Getting things done

In a productive way

Or did all your plans go sour

With grief hour to hour

Now you are probably thinking

If I had more money

My life wouldn’t be as funny

Bad outcomes come from poor incomes

It’s hard to produce good outcomes

From bad incomes

But money doesn’t make you happy

While a lack thereof makes you sad

Learn to live in the happy medium

Between the two

Whereas a little of both

Will suffice and do

The outcome that will be

Derive from the dreams you foresee

Think it twice and do it once

For a better outcome and response

COGITO ERGO SUM

(I think therefore I am)

Lucatyounow!!!

(Pronounced LOOK AT YOU NOW

Pacino style from Scarface)

If I show you the good in me

Then tell you the bad in me

What do you see???

If I shared my innermost feelings

Then you saw my wheelings and dealings

Did you see what you wanted to see

Or who you thought I should be

Most people have something to hide

When revealing scars from inside

Buried deep by errors and trials

Covered up by years of denials

Lurking behind the curtain of the wizard

Could be a man eating lizard

Or a cute little kitten

Playing with your lost mitten

What we see in others

Is based on expectations of our own

To reshape another as we see

Into a mirrored flawless clone

When unexpected results

Produce an unexplained reality

Then you have a problem digesting

Who you see as me

Why can’t you see

That regardless of what you see

You are still just like me

Whether a religious wrongdoing sinner

Or an agnostic good-doing saint

You ain’t what you see you are

And you might be what you see you ain’t

The Eyes Of A Child

If we could travel back in time

To be a child for one day

Live without a care in the world

With all day long to play

To lie in a field of flowers

Staring blankly into space

While imagining we are on Mars

Or some other faraway place

We could turn clouds in the sky

Into fire-breathing dragons

Imagine driving race cars

While sitting in our wagons

Envision Santa and Rudolph

Perched upon our roof

Believe that the Tooth Fairy

Brought us money for a tooth

Children view this world through innocent eyes

With its faults all mired in sin

They have yet to experience life

As a game to lose or win

A child sees only people

There is no black or white

Until they are taught by someone

To alter and ruin their sight

A child should stay a child

As long