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Slippery, Simple Shadows

Updated on February 25, 2017
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Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


Hello, slippery, simple shadows, and whom wilt thou hidest today?
The filthy, greedy king, or maybe the fair maiden who satan led astray.
Ne'er be fitting, a secrecy such as yours befitting a thief
Hands with silvery swift touch--a moonlight hope to her grief.

Oh, slippery, simple shadows of hours past sleep
How dreadful your face and burdensome you creep.
Disturbing the virgin babe sleeping in olden wine
Forbidden a kiss, a moment of bliss a longing, dutiful whine.

You liar oh, slippery, simple shadows so bold
I hid in you trying her love and thinly made vows so cold.
But you, oh, slippery, simple shadows of old
Made my blood fry, my kindness die from another stolen mold.

Oh, envious, slippery, simple shadows of sun so bright
Crashing death's grin, burning within in vineyard's night.
Slippery, simple shadows so straight and false
I, the fool oh glory so lost and defeated the cause.

Such linen lies, how I loved the sound of gore
Slippery, simple shadows, your name is being no more.
Musical jests and jackals of chess, a lover once held my eyes
Slippery, simple shadows my lover moans, groans and dies.

Ahhh, half moon sly, oh, winery night, but sin comes quick
Slippery, simple shadows my champion of vile now can lick.
Steps not known to stairs alone, the seas can purge the blood
But you, slippery, simple shadows, your lies now dung and mud.

Lay men down, whorish slippery, simple shadows and gloat
Stealing themselves beyond the colors in meadow's moat.
You ne'er see danger and filthy fires burn with no flame
Slippery, simple shadows your call only mocking my name.

Now we fade lightly in lifeless breath . . .
Slippery, simple shadows
Standing bent the price of liar's bow
Thin in word, thin in trust and still be your forgotten death.


© 2017 Kenneth Avery


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      Kenneth Avery 11 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, always exploring,

      I am so grateful that you are one of my followers for your words cheer me up so much.

      I am not complaining, but we have had a lot of rain here in Alabama, and when it turns cold or rains, the fibromyalgia always wants attention.

      And just today I found out that my knees are both bone-on-bone--I wonder if a poem about an old body would work?

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      Kenneth Avery 11 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Sakina :)

      You are one of the sweetest people on God's earth. I love and appreciate YOU and All of my Followers.

      I feel like writing more, but not now for I am beat.

      Thanks again.

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      Kenneth Avery 11 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      I appreciate your sweet words so much.

      I live for my Tremendous Followers. I do.

      Thanks again and you can write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 11 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      Wow! This comment of yours was so fantastic. Thank you.

      I mean it.

      I am not one to just throw thank you's around to just say thing to my followers.

      You and the rest of my followers are so Wonderful!

      Write me anytime.

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      Kenneth Avery 11 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama


      Thank you, John, for the supportive words. Shadows have always been an area of fear for me since I was a kid. And sometimes now at my age of 63, I sometimes have that some phobia about going into a dark room.

      Cannot figure it out.

      Best I didn't, huh?

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      John Ward 11 months ago from Richmond, British Columbia, Canada.

      While it is true we always cast a shadow This shadow can be tangible or it can be intangible. The shadows we cast can be for good or ill. The choice is ours and ours alone. An excellent piece of instructive poetry. Love it. John W

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 11 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Ah, the shadow, hides in gray, yet shines in the sun. We are never shadow-free, but yearn to be set free. Great poetry....

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      Sakina Nasir 11 months ago from Kuwait

      Just love this breathtaking piece of work. So amazingly written and portrayed. Love it! Keep up the good work buddy! :)

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      Threekeys 11 months ago from Australia

      A complex poem for me. I felt I wanted to say, dont be so hard on yourself Kenneth. Each of us has a shadow. Sometimes our shadow is obvious, like throughout the day. Other times it appears to have disappeared, when the sun sinks past the horizon. We can NEVER say "we may NEVER do this or that" until we are in that situation.

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      whonunuwho 11 months ago from United States

      These shadows play their tricks in the vineyard as well as on the old forgotten streets. My friend, your words strike a likening chord of so many songs in this world. Blessings, and a well written work. whonu