http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kenny_Lowe23 The original writings of author Kenneth Nicholas Lowe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972827 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In a whirlwind of trepidationEnsure your time spent wellNot gazing into a solemn AbyssAnd idling in a clear blue hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1751278/ Oh captain, my captainWhere have thou beenFor we have lived so muchIn a world with grievous sinOh captain, my captain What troubles we've BourneWill the fruit of our toilsBreed better seeds than we've sownOh captain, my captainOur sorrows go untoldFor the sweat that we've laid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1751275/ I love that sun struck cityOf meter-less rickshaws and crowded trainsOf dosa and sambar and idils'In scorching summers and flooding rainsI love her morning filtered coffeeWith the sun rising on her sandy beachesAnd her men in white lungis'And the language of their speechesI love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1751273/ If we get to 29 and you are not my wifeI could get down on one kneeAnd ask you really niceIf we get to 30 and you are not my spouseI'd put on my best wedding suit And come down to your houseIf we're both not married by 31I would no longer needPermission from your mumIf we're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1751270/   Must it beMust it be as is writtenOh I think I've forgottenHow this symphony should feelIt should feel It should feelIt should feel like the heavensShe heard my confessionsI think I am a foolI'm a fool I'm a foolI'm a fool.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1567882/   She's the zephyr of the gentle nightShe creeps upon my feelings slowI fear my ways may cause her frightFor the best of me, she will never know Why do I behave, the way I doWhy do I act, to refrain them allThe inner me, is more than ever trueFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1567775/  Hell hath no fury like a woman scornedNor heaven a saint, like a man reborn,Stars hath no twinkle, than a lover's first eye As Earthhath no thunder, like a mothering cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1567746/ Gather your moral conscienceRaise your crumpled spineFree your mind of every credenceReflect upon your issued timePrepare your remnants with exhaustive sobriety Yetexecute with abundant spirit And with a flattering sense of naïvety You'll soonbecome a poet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566965/ Oh how much, I'd like to beSeated beneath a wild oak treeAnd while away my time till JuneWhen leaves are green and blue are moons Oh how much more, I'd like to beCast away upon the vacant seaAnd with a line, a bait and timeWhat's out of sight is out of mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566963/ He said, that he was pining,For those years before his timeWhere the songs were sung much sweeter,And manna would taste of wine He said, that he was craving,For when morals were black and whiteAlone honour would determineThe path of wrongfulness and right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566962/ When all the world is sleeping,When all the trees are growing brownWhen animals are no more creepingFrom around and about their grounds When all the air is poisonWhen all the waters are running blackAnd the soil won't hear our reasonAnd money can't buy it bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566955/ I got to seek a great perhapsForgive my leave, however curtI take no miss, nor memoir's mishapsBarefooted upon the dirtThe sticks and stoneThe words and scornsWill leave me still unhurt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566954/ You will always be my brotherNo matter where you dwellEven though you were born in heavenAnd I, a concoction of hell There shall never be anotherNone more loving, wishful and sweetFrom mystical graces you gatherAwing lambs beneath your feet Yet I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1566953/ Tentative last will and testament http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1499186/ I must say and with much adoThan anything, I have said beforeMore than all that I have held so dearHold fast yourself, whilst I drink this beerFor nerves must turn to hardened steelBefore my mouth begins to squealI'm down with one, but never does it doSo bring forth another, rather mak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1499043/ Here I lieMind, body and soulIn un-comforting dreamsBut none will knowAs well as IMy horrors and my screamsNone will be acquainted as IThe man of golden dreamsTo heal a world as broke as ITowards a light that's lost its gleamThe light has faded to a glimmerA glimmer, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1483721/ For a fallen comrade in arms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1478593/ It's been more than a month since I last wrote or posted anything... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1466012/ My Epitaph http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1446804/ Courtesy - Leander Samantha Gallyot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1441786/ A tribute to Jim Stark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1440357/ The premier endows a shameFor the prickerThe follow endows a shameFor the prickedAnd should you prick again, my loverThunderous silence you shall befit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1436454/ Dear Me, Hope your doing fine?It's been a while, since we conversed heart to mindDear Me, I'm glad you askNo one in this world can see behind this funny maskDear Me,I can tell its roughThe blood's been flowing lately, way too muchDear Me,Sorry for the strainIt's been ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1436451/ For the troubled of a troubling past, that keeps on troubling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1436437/ Looking out of his eyes, it rained whilst snowing.Faded memories stream as the North wind keeps blowing.Drowning in glasses filled with sweet nothingness and pain.Surrounded by chatter and falsity of mammals.He opened up another 20 pack of camels,Filling his heart with the fire and brimstone of Cain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1427468/ I seek, my love, newer waysI'll not be left here in sorrowHave your damned and demented yesterdaysFor my eyes are set to the morrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1420295/ Words of no meaningHave no cause Words of no feeling Appeals to no applauseWords of no strengthHas no faith nor fateWords of no loveGarners deferential hateWords of indifferenceSink deep to the bonesResting on minds,Of the idle and aloneNonchalantly they pass,Through ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1420293/ My business I mind as mine, each dayOn a way amended of shameAnd though, you should often fall astrayConclude, it is Ken that's to blame And though our paths were once entwinedLess often, as much as you stumbleDon't fret on bruises, aches or thornsConclude, Ken induced the fum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1420290/ By what discord with summerIn what condescension to coldWill gentle spring abide hitherFrom a darkened leafless worldBy what cultural interventionIn titillation for a virgin morrowWill reason enchant the consciousOf the faithful, convicted of sorrowBy what desires of heaven In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1413246/ Unworthy is a borrowed life and thought That leads unto a disappointed knotContinual search for justification and twisted truth You read in greed, yet your mind is mute Studying for a glint of logic or a slight of sense You drift far away from sanity's fence In hope Bolster your se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1401144/ This morning late at night, it dawnedWhilst a star lights overcastLike a conscious comprehensive songUnbinding the moments passThe dreary silence of these winter windsShivers the brittle bones and weary mindWhilst the kernel of convictions is cleared of dustRevealing an inexcusable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1397033/ A smile, I feel, thereto whilst in my sleep, In comforting grasps, where oft I don't lieI feel the transitions of the sun leisurely creepSo bold, through the over stayed nighRays of light, piercing my eyesLike needles, yet I feel no fretAs the sun grows bolder upon the skiesIrregular.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1392411/ With silence it began, in a cloud ready to thunderThe world awaited, for the new decade of wonderThe battle lines drawn, the ships set to sailThe airforces catching up, civilians turned paleDavid holds Goliath, the giant pays for every inchBut the mass of his forces, overcome the tiny Fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1391660/ As Foch, predicated 69 days too earlyThe world was set ablaze again, with gloryThe build was tense, the bluffs were wonA single man, Napolean's Austrian sonHis Stukas rained hell, his men trained wellThey blitzed and stopped only to bring death's smellWe awed, while fearless and few a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1391655/ A day once lost, can never be foundThe amendment of thus, need be swift and complacentDismissal to repent, shan't draw you, a gallow's fateBut in ages to come, the past you shall hate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1391146/ We started in April, we started in hell.The heat made us believe in wishing wells.By May, we settled, managing as we do.Managers of a corporate zoo.Ecstatic to head back, was the feeling of June.To the see what Year 2, had in offering you. So much to choose, too much to take.Manhatta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390383/ Selfies, Selfies everywhereNo other pic to click?Selfies, Selfies, of here and thereNo one to click your pic?Selfies, Selfies, the only postAre the likes a fuel for pride?Selfies, Selfies, with a new coatAre you looking for a bride?Selfies, Selfies, while you workDoes your boss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390380/ I broke myself in twoTo see what I'll becomeI hurt myself, it's trueBut compares to nothing that I've done I took my first steps todayAway from the life I've knownI stood before my endWith tears and broken soulIs it I who never let, the tides of my fate ebbIs it me who lives in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390352/ Scratch a lover, find a foeDon't look for comfort in a w***eKill the bad, preserve the goodI find no basis, for why I shouldLive in dreams, on earth you dieReality is from which to hidePrepare the future, forgive the pastIt's on the bucket list, but lastHelp a stranger, embrace a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390348/ Like a moth to a flameLike a bear to its honeyLike the blind without brailleThey crash into you and me Spinning like a hurricaneCautious and SlowLaughing like children in the rainCold air, we search for thy blowAches and PainClumsy and FunnySongs of yesteryearsSounds are sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390347/ I waited, I waited, I wanted it to be trueJain as a name did not suit youI was minding my own business doing nothing at allAn unknown number, I still answered the callBhaiya you said, Behni I calledYou laughed and said, your Hindi hasn't improved at allWe chatted and chatted till we ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390346/ There was a crazy man, who roamed his landHe was cynical, silent and boldHis mind often pondered of the spirit of manHe thought of answers untoldThe riches of his land was his to commandFair and compatible was his betrothed They wandered sans lust, pondered through troughsFor enlight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390343/ Turn a pageTurn a leafTurn away from lies and griefFind your callFind your soulFind some peace and rest from roamTest a pathTest it wellTest your faith away from hellWork with loveWork with prideWork until you body criesFall at onceFall to truthFall but pick yours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390341/ Sometimes I feel like the world's on my shouldersSometimes I think, Atlas was never aloneIn times like these, I try to be gentleI recognise, that murder's a crimeHidden in darkness, the pressure is burningBut through these eyes, I try show calmMass killers on TV, I know what their feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390337/ Heavy weights, feelings of my mindBreathing unease, sleep, I cannot findIn the wait, without youAt the birthing light of dawnFeelings of the past and love that's goneThe calls of reason and passion are silenced and deadI don't feel safe in my own bedViolent storms and darkened skies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390332/ I saw Nikita Khrushchev, he was gazing at a wallHe stood before his predecessor's greatest feat, barbed wired and tallHe asked, if this is where Humpty had his imaginary fallI glared into his confused eyes, No comrade, Not at allIs this supposed to keep the Mongols out, from expansion, pil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390330/ I rise in the early morning, yet the sun is at its peakI rush to my throne room, I stumble myself in sleepI dress with eyes half open, I dress as Barbie's creepTo meet my expectations, I fall in second sleepI ride unto the salt mines, I ride into a copI pay him 50 mullahs and smoke a qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390329/ Two knights set to travelOn a crusade, On a huntOne is a sweetheart, the other a unt They sought adventure, for fortunes they rode.The road was long, their destiny untold.In light they ride, In night they snored.They fed of the land, their toilets were holes.The people they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390328/ It was a fear I learnt, It brew as a childNo ration, no cause, fear doesn't lieIt grew deep to the bone, the bond was castTo live in fear, to be plagued by the pastTo wither this fear, to overcome this fateI shall wear it like a badge, an anti social baitAn angel shall carry this task .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390322/ In the solitude of travelBegins the waking of the mindThrust to gaze into the futureInvoluntary ideals we findIn the solitude of travelThe cynic is bornNo anchor to the earthThe Challenger of belief and normIn the solitude of travelSilence finds its embraceThe sight calmed by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kenny_Lowe23/1390320/