| Paul Kren |
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| Poetry I from child to man to child the days lost shadows night girl the endless beginning just another day toms bar and grill |
| from child to man to child Hong Kong Harbor 1967 or 1968 cloudy cold and wet the wind put the flag to attention, the water blended into the grey sky a young sailor looked into the murky depths, an old man reflects. this windblown world so fragile like a spiderweb, so powerful, like the volcano, soft as a womens breast, hard as a diamond. what is there to learn? what is there to know? the ship pulls slowly away, the dock disappears in the grey fog. life is forever there is no reason why. May 17/07 The days lost shadows turbine winds on empty streets may blow the news gone by, in unused insight silent traveler's will spy, the groaning growth of decay. [the lack of roundness dwarfs the day, sounds filter into grey.] trees rooted in blissful harmony quiet, needless to say, but the sun bakes brilliant, and the numb slip away, only some shape tomorrow, the rest stay wrapped in the wool of yesterday. [time is creeping closer, death is but a door. those who would save mankind, have all gone on before.] tar pits of long ago have evolved along with man apathetic trappings, slowly stilt the way so few who know, so many go as though the world will carry on, but no, it wont. night girl she came on a rippled edge of mornings without cream the dimpled brow of flat tires on flat holidays a wind caught her notice like a brief respite of a hundred hollow lovers that came before I am like satin sheets, and slip freely between her conscious mind and her dreams I wax poetic just when drunkeness dawns minds bend freely in this light and the toothaches free to bite the endless beginning sunrise on silent mornings plate the whisper of spring an inkling of life at last a repast beyond this day brown grasses look to the sky the birds on wing look longingly no ice flow left to argue even the gentle rain agrees this is the time of wonder of yellow moons and pale promises the moment of stillness the moment of motion seeds awake from dormant hibernation taking in the rays of sol this one looks in awe seasons change, but all remains the same just another day the kids will play anyway the sun will shine the moon will glow the earthworms will sleep deep in their burrows all the world will never know there once was a truth a sighting, an insight a delight in being a loss of want a can't of hate the needlessness of duality, or just another rainbow. toms bar and grill it was a still day quiet in an easy way sun,yellowing landscape a time of silence evening came a flame of discontent meanings torn from old newspapers lost within but not without the ticking of time sounded to ears that hear like a touch of soft she, a laugh like summer a smile like roses in bloom a way, as if the moon fell to earth for just one day perhaps magic still graces this fine world |
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| R.I.P. Paul Kren Today September the eleventh at 12:20 PM EST, 2007, Paul Stephen Kren passed away. He was in his home, surrounded by all five of his sons and three very close friends with his favorite set of music playing in the background at the time. He died peacefully. Rest in peace, dear Paul |