http://slow.writerscafe.org/kyng_kemuel_iv The original writings of author Kyng Kemuel IV en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996248 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trippin Balls on new years of 06 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/449148/ a rogue romance ended in stab lacerations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/449147/ While buds of wild flowers blewUn-bloomed in air, their petals are palms pressed prepared for prayer. “BOOM”s of rose pink lightning wrote in electric ink signing Gods name on the black night sky,Writing YaH.To this a Rasta chewing on herb clouds that avalanche from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/449028/ Sorry y'all i was High as hell on this one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/449022/ this is the nucleus for a mini-epic i'm workin on bout an urban vampire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/448947/ for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/448187/ This is whoI amLifted thru soundI learnAnd listen toHow my mindTicksI amThe broken clockToxicI amAn open book,A tadpole,A young prince Apprentice to Emperors.I amPower lessoned,Am tones of sad ol’ blues,Sound of seconds (broken clock),the noon under cloaks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/445810/  Changing of seasonsleafs fall, then snow, flowers bloomsoon my heart will change.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/444033/ the last strawa half charredand tattered flagmy books burntturned to stacks of ash.Her aftermath wasleft in a smoking bathtubno hopin my last lovecould last longIt pasted onour relationshipsa deathbedshe made itend, dead, and past tensecremated.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/443923/   WindowSounds of Broken glassJust a droptBottleBut wishIt’sMe thatCrash.Test anxietyUlcer, Skin rashes,Cold sores,(I hope).Two testPray for Low scores.I hopeI fail both.Two storiesOpen-WindowHopin I fellHoppinToward Broken glass... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/443917/ I had neverBeen on beaches before.Glass slipper girl-Lemon legged yellowTryin’ to tan-I beg, “Who are you?”I’m led inLike lead in pencilsShe draws me in.I eye her heart tattoo“Too much to ask toDraw me in?”She giggles sonnetsAs sun wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/438550/   Rome is burninThru the corners of herOak kool eye’s.Aroma of hookahsCups of fruit wineHer smile cuts ‘crossThe room thru cloudsTo mine. The water soughtTo sooth the fireYet she eludes me. SoRome continues burnin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/438528/ AIRBORNE SCHOOL and my Love affair wit the sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/397529/ 9mm A DowryOf weaponsTo herfather Found a kweenSpecklessSkin Cowry Necklace isWhite asHer eyesPupils Iris Light tentBrownnessOf herSkin Her Brow wrapped In ScarfDwarf-Length Bowknot Locs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396780/ inspired by Sura 53:20                  I do my daily Salatto the Lady Al-latI’m her suitor,I’ll seduce herwit rhymes of Surasand Kama Sutrasdance moveson dance floorsof warm b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396351/ this poem was inspiried by a painting by Faith Ringgold and an agruement on a cellphone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396342/ All but one cell in me has sold its soul.Soul mates make love on sofas of rosesRoses overdosing on noses and vie-versa My heart broke! Unemployed don't work at allAll it wants to do is love ten-fold and hurt for allAll but one cell in me has sold its soul.Every ounce of her drowns wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396279/  Gray andFaded green.oh! Alsosandy brownnot Miami beachsandy butBloody Iraqi desertsand brown.These three colorssurround me.My eyes dullenednow pink of watermelonsis a foreign substance.Eat so fast mytongue can’tgrasp at bitter-nor-sweet.For months the on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396275/ THIS POEM CAN BE READ BACKWARDS AND IS MEANT TO SHOW A DIFFERENT EMOTION WHEN READ IN REVERSE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396261/ Mind RomeChinese Villain whiteChai teaVanilla and her rival  Cocoa duel.   crocodileTears rocket downMy Crochet doll  My koo Asian dilated eyedMaiden Micro-waving   love.My Rose vyingAmong ole  crows aging Her Mongol  Pupi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396253/ زَهْرَه a candles lit the powers out a second time, wit her every kiss flowers spouts within my mind i visualize fields filled wit lily flowers yellow petal pretty flowers like many mini sun showers a meadow of yellow sunflowers the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kyng_kemuel_iv/396221/