The Granule That Broke My Tooth © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr You, granule that broke my tooth, You grain of wheat the miller missed, You minuscule monster of dental destruction, You are more than just my own tormentor: You are scion to granules who tormented nations, Who were packed into granaries and held for… Read More Poetry | The Granule That Broke My Tooth
Fluidics © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Energy, Spirit, Love, Flow outward, Ever expanding. Power, Influence, Conceit, Flow inward, Only compacting.
Internecine © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Are all families dysfunctional? Are any not? Thanksgiving beckons. Love draws, but fear impedes. We go anyway, Putting away ancient hurts And hoping for the best — Hugs and howdies. The mashed-potatoes go ’round, Cranberries and turkey too. We hold our tongues Until alcohol loosens them And dinner erupts… Read More Poetry | Internecine
(c) 2016 Vernon Miles Kerr That Shadow on the Wall, It jumped from over there to here— I must have dozed— Or maybe I had a brain fart, As they say. I know that the old CPU Ain’t what it used to be– Ain’t what it used to be– Ain’t what it used to… Read More Poetry | The Shadow on the Wall
ΤΩ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ ΘΕΩ The Unknown God © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr You, who are said to silently sit behind the veil Parsimoniously meting out indulgences or pain, Blessings or cursings, Who are said to be aloof—at times angry, vindictive, Who are said to be obsessed with what we wear or eat, And other libels: How do you… Read More Poetry | ΤΩ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ ΘΕΩ
Poetry | A Compendium © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr As the banner, above, suggests, I dabble in several (non-exclusive) areas of the writer’s art. But, during the time I have been posting to this blog, my poetry is the only area which has garnered “likes,” comments and followers. Which is amazing to me, because poetry… Read More Poetry | A Compendium
We Are Conflicted Beings © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Viewed from afar, our Earth must appear As an anthill run amok. Swarming but disorganized, Moving in a vague direction but with scattered knots And lumps of deadly struggle raging, Sparked by some inferred self-interest, As the dis-interested hive-general flows around them. Viewed from… Read More Poetry | We Are Conflicted Beings