Is There One?

Is There One?

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

is there one?

he asks this same question,

almost constantly,

almost chronically,

is there evidence,
is there not?

playing the spiritual role
even though his tends
to the idea that absence
of evidence is evidence
of absence,

but what does he know?

he has no omni to speak of,
he hasn't the extensive theological,
philosophical or scientific training
required to truly draw that conclusion,

and yet for some reason,

he has his moments where he's zen,
one with everything as if Buddha
had ordered a pizza or a hot dog,

there is no fear,
there is no worry,

there is only love,
there is only contentment,

but the question still nags him,
eats at his sodden drywall soul
like a black mold infestation,
is there one?

he and the world may never know

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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I love this mystery and how it leads to so many other!
Well penned :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


that last chronic question. Bugger.

This is very well spoken, it's measured in quantum units. And yet tangible, clear.
Nice line breaks.
Did you mean "his tends" or his tend...?

Posted 13 Years Ago


that there is anything at all is so astoundingly amazing that i am joyously paralyzed by the fact of it

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nice poem great job i seen you posted it so i just wanted to read it see what it was about and you did a wonderful job here i give you a 100 on rating and thanks for putting this wonderful poem on here and hope you share it with others

Posted 13 Years Ago


someone else who walks in the shadows of why and how........besides me.....beyond excellent.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..