S. K. Kelen Love Poems

  • 1.
    wild animals become divinely rare
    their habitats wild homes are soft earth & tree
    cannot flee before the bulldozer concrete
    flame and smoke desert where only wheat
    ...
  • 2.
    I.

    Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
    the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,
    ...
  • 3.
    Apart from its voracious appetite for mammalian blood
    little is known of the leech's ways. Does it know love or
    family life? is there communication?
    Leaf litter's monster weapon, what can you say
    ...
  • 4.
    is a sewer pipe from America

    it's staying home forever
    and falling in love with a computer.
    ...
  • 5.
    Hands up who's willing to pay the price
    for something that will accomplish nothing
    harmony of Pen & Sword.
    The spiritual army is written in blood
    ...
  • 6.
    A barge adrift the Perfumed River-
    reclining beneath a parasol
    is the courtesan Tigress waving her fan
    -barge floats past village and pagoda,
    ...
  • 7.
    I am shut out of mine own heart
    because my love is far from me,
    nor in the wonders have I part
    that fill its hidden empery ~ Christopher Brennan
    ...
  • 8.
    Who steers the thunderbolt?
    Events conspire: there's the one
    Growling like a tigress, calls you ‘mate'.
    Choose life. Love's duty will not wait.
    ...
Total 8 Love Poems by S. K. Kelen

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