Steven A. Kacer By chance another will walk me to the keys of this place as I still have not a clue. Yet trying just the same.

Any questions, let us know. We’re looking forward to your participation.

~Jess K.
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-“They gave you life, and in return you gave ‘em hell. As cold as ice, I hope we live to tell the tale…” - Tears For Fears

Steven A. Kacer. Life

Reflection of the past
Yea it my friend will last
To try is the reason.

Direction of reflection
I hold one clue
Truth.

Thanks I offer to the world
Yet I ponder my youth.

It’s ok my friend
as hell will never end
when taken in.

As she will travel and never cry
She or he will be just that
To the back of your mind.

A great many thanks to you
for your words so true
as to float across the page

I’m honored with your visit
of poetry exquisite

Your hoo-rahs are always welcome - even though I’m a Navy brat. :~)

~Jess K.
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-“So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes, and you look so polished from your hair down to your toes. Ah, but still your finger’s gonna pick your nose after all.” - Billy Joel

Just by chance my brother James would hold the clue. He was Navy the man to jump to the drink to save a flyboy. Yet as I reflect my brother Floyd a in country grunt that played in the mud full of blood. Yet I am to stand as to say what the FU. I will always be me the son of a Airforce AP.

I would love to puzzle and ponder over your work. Post some, will you?
Your cryptic style of writing will give my grey a good workout. Let me know if you need assistance in posting - you’ll find the link to submit a poem, short story, or blog entry along the right-hand column of the page. Poems usually get more “attention” as they are posted to the main stream, and front page.

~Jess K.
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-“When there’s no good answers, and no new questions. Another personal disaster, there’s nowhere to go but down…” - Gin Blossoms

Lay your phenomes on us friend write us some stuffins ok?

Man thinks this.

The day to you both,

I would like to start with just this a thanks to you and your man as the picture is kind to the gray that I keep. So off the cuff is the way that I place quill to parchment. I write I draw and I am just me a man a soldier from the past never to play in a war that is real. I think that today my brothers that offer up thier life for the core are just as strong as they were and in fact smarter and sharper than those that did the job that came before to stand tall. So in saying that I will place hand to machine and write a poem for the two of you.

LIFE

A gift a truth.
The arrow pointed at both.

Love
Simple yet complex.
Never to loose your respect.

LIVE
As your first is your last.
Your last your first.

DEATH
The time will come.
When you will be just one.

HEAVEN
Hard to understand.
Dust to dust.
Sand to sand.

Steven A. Kacer

using “submit a poem” in the sidebar.
Not in chat, that is irrelevant and confusing, and not here.
Then you will get serious feeback that will help you develop your poetry.

cheers,
Jess

The year to you as well, my cryptic friend. Write on, brother!

~Jess K.
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- “If we always give what we have always given, we will always get what we have always got…” - Mike R.

Tell me if you will. Was that just a dog I saw from the corner of my eye? Was that just a leaf that was carried by the wind? Who moved my chair and why does my mind hold to pretend. You will understand someday my friend untill then well a smile will need to surfice.

Steven A. Kacer

To simply say I feel this, I do this, I love this , I hate this.
Sometimes it is good to talk with your friends
cheers,
Jess
“A poet’s work: to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep.” Salman Rushdie