POEMS AND VERSE
SELECT POEMS, VERSES AND SONG LYRICS BY KEN FINTON
Friday, December 23, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
IN THIS I CAN FIND SOLACE
IN THIS I CAN FIND SOLACE
As sunset burns pink and red and orange
across a floating sky of sheepish clouds,
It heralds the darkness of the night itself.
The brilliance of the day has given me a joy of being
that slips away now with the setting sun.
Night comes and dimness falls upon the spirit.
Yet for a moment in that sunset,
the light becomes pure and magenta, so lovely.
It seems testimony enough that the day had value.
The Night gives birth to the blues.
The Night reminds us that all is changing,
How useless it seems to mourn this passing.
The bloom of youth fades.
The boundless energy of childhood play
becomes productive adult work.
So it is with autumn.
As the days grow shorter,
the winds blow colder.
The brilliant light of summer fades
and kindles the flames of burning colors
in the very leaves of time.
I cannot help but be struck by its beauty.
I leave until tomorrow that which is yet undone.
I gladly leave the planting to the Spring.
For Winter is now coming fast,
And Winter wants to kill us.
If Winter cannot kill us, it will slow us down.
We take the thrift of our days
And spend it getting through the night …
Getting through the Winter.
They are much the same, the Night and the Winter.
That same natural pattern of building and destruction
Is the theme of both.
It comes together in the Fall.
It comes together before the Night
To see it, I have only to look.
There is a balance in those autumn days.
There is a signal in those twilight moments.
Forget about the past and let the future be.
Let the now be incredible and lovely,
A laughing child is a bell to an undistracted mind,
I hear the music. I hear the bell. I feel the balance.
Tomorrow will carry joy for some and grief for others.
I know that well. The Winter will take us into Spring.
It is forever that way. In this I can find solace.
Photos by the author
October 1, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
BITTERSWEET
by Kenneth Harper Finton
Maybe I am jaded now
or just too old to cry.
All the tears I’ve shed before
Have left my eyes quite dry.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
Blisters used to pain my hands
’til callouses replaced them.
Caring always filled my days,
’til lack of it displaced it.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
and sorrow seldom ailed me,
but Father Time has dried me out
and left no room for wailing.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
LOVE
Love is accepting another as a part of oneself.
Love is the inclusion of the other
into the very fabric of everyday life.
Love unites and draws together
like iron fragments to the magnetic field.
In human terms, love expands
the isolated and alone self
to include beings and objects
from outside the self
Love is felt not just for living things,
but for actions and methods of performing actions.
The world is built on attraction and love,
caring and nurturing.
The desire and urge to be more
than we are alone
is the driving force
of evolutionary progress.
Love is seen everywhere in the natural world.
Adults pair and care for their mates and their young.
Love is evident throughout nature.
It is seen in the bonding that forms the very chemicals of life.
Love may be the primary reason for existence itself,
as primal awareness, discovered the other outside itself,
reflected upon it,
accepted it within itself,
and gave birth to an entire universe.
and gave birth to an entire universe.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
NAPKIN VERSES
Ffrom the book "Labors of Love" -
by Kenneeth Harper Finton
http://www.kennethharperfinton.com/labors-of-love.html
by Kenneeth Harper Finton
http://www.kennethharperfinton.com/labors-of-love.html
How many poems
in how many stops
have been written on
napkins in coffee shops.
While others make lists
of the things they must do,
I sip on my coffee
and write like a fool.
Not Every Love
Not every thought I think
is pure.
Not every move I make
is sure.
Not every song I write
can flow.
Not every love I make
can grow.
Silent Seeds
When hurt is a blanket of ice
smothering molten flames,
and the holy fire within
turns ashen dreams,
the silent seeds remain
where miracles are born,
awaiting but new rains
for love to bloom again.
Cosmic Love
Does cosmic love
seek concrete form
in human lovers?
Is this why some
feel dead
without another?
Yesterday
Yesterday was lonely
and tomorrow’s never won.
We wake to find the present
is all that ever comes.
Yesterday’s decisions
made the path we take today,
but yesterday is oh so far,
two billion miles away.
Society
Do you know
what society is?
It is a cloudy mirror
where one views oneself
in different forms.
Wings of Wax
I soared so high on wings of wax,
but not gone high enough to crash.
It’s time for me to make new plans
so flying can be safe again.
The Nip
There’s magic in this bottle.
I think I’ll take a nip
and pause between my many cares
as through this life I slip.
Electronic Love
Love is orbiting freely
around those
illumined souls
that light one’s path
but not gone high enough to crash.
It’s time for me to make new plans
so flying can be safe again.
Where Magic Grows
Where magic grows,
love goes.
Where laughter spills,
love will.
Where happy dwells,
all’s well.
I think I’ll take a nip
and pause between my many cares
as through this life I slip.
Daffodils
I lost my money, spun my wheels,
I wandered lonely city fields.
Although I looked with eyes of steel,
I did not find my daffodils.
around those
illumined souls
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