Tag Archive | the poetry of don kenton henry
ANOTHER CAMPGROUND TALE
By Don Kenton Henry1 October 2024 (Herein lies another short story. This one is an excerpt from a larger one told through the eyes of my grandson on the occasion of my funeral and the events preceding such.) Who would have thought we’d be burying that man a week later. All those words … […]
THE TOOTH AND THE FUDGSICLE MOTIF
“When skullball was the biggest game in Mount Hope Cemetery.” By Don Kenton Henry The sky was so blue it could have cracked like a robin’s egg on that hot August afternoon in the summer of ’69. A war raged in Vietnam, and boys barely three years older than us were dying there. We’d heard […]
Stand-Up Comedy, Civil Rights, and Corporal Punishment (in the second grade)
By Don Kenton Henry PREFACE: The first time I was ever paddled was in the 2nd grade. (In fact, what I did got me carried out of the classroom by my ear. The cartilage in my right ear was broken and still goes “snap, crackle, and pop” today.) It was joke day, and I got […]
The Night The Tigers Got Out Of Their Cage
“It would have taken a dinosaur to knock down those doors, but—unfortunately for ‘The Coach’—he was line-bred back only to the beginning of the Pleistocene Epoch!” by Don Kenton Henry It was a crisp “Indian Summer” evening, and a full moon hung over the playing field like a white china plate. It and an Indiana […]
Lines And Signs And You
By Don Kenton Henry 19 June 1977 I have known only lines and signs the four months I’ve roamed This land is my backyard, and the road is my home My future lies on the map, on the seat And one malfunctioning radio’s The only company I keep As it rains Though each passing car […]
The Loom of Life and Raveled Love
by Don Kenton Henry The Loom of Life and Raveled Love by Don Kenton Henry Born into one small seam in the fabric of time and space With no control over entry and little over exit We are either weavers or woven into lives of hapless random chaos . . . or somewhat chosen orchestrated […]
Hope
By Don Kenton Henry Hope is not a thing that begins as I slip from my bed and my feet touch the ground. Neither is it found on my stoop as I exit my front door. Down my path, a winding one at that, I course . . . sometimes stumbling, sometimes falling in the […]
COUNT THE BRAVE AND NOBLE KINDRED
By Don Kenton Henry It is to the soul as the sun is to light It is as steel It is as clay It is as diamonds It is hardened by the fire in the furnace of life As steel, clay, and diamonds are tempered and cured […]
COME HOME POET MAN
By Don Kenton Henry So you thought you’d seen it and heard it all, my friend And that life ran true without ever a bend That other’s words were sanctified and you trusted without end To every orphan, stray, and stranger you shared your home and heart again and again You were not […]
WORD WEAVER DREAM BELIEVER
By Don Kenton Henry Woven of your words is a cloak in which you wrap your mind A verbal and written tapestry which serves counsel to your soul and a shelter to your heart What a beautiful dreaming word weaver are you Stitching thoughts of love, and loss, with rhyme But there are […]
