Editing Help
A Word of Thanks First of all, Thank you so much for your readership and comments on VernonMilesKerr.com. I will keep posting my own work, right here, but I have just created a new site which focuses exclusively on the art of writing in English. The name of this
Humanity
© 2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com This is the third iteration of “Fluidics” The reader can use our Search feature to see how the poem has evolved. VMK Fluidics III Ego, Power, Political Influence, Hedonism, Flow inward To be absorbed, And then to rot — In the stench of the grave.
Philosophy
The Poet’s Forge ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When I think of a forge, I first think of old, bronze Vulcan, at the top of his tower, hammer raised, on a hill overlooking Birmingham, Alabama, my place of nativity. Having first seen him when I was five years
Cosmology
Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and that of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, ‘Tween space’s vacuum and the crush of ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later–
Philosophy
The Black Wall © 2018, 2020 Vernon Miles Kerr, VernonMilesKerr.com At the end of Life’s path There’s a black granite wall which is polished and smooth And cannot be seen through. Though it is opaque with tenacious opacity It gladly reflects back our view of Eternity.
Holocaust
Yin and Yang Revisited © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr I thought it might be time to revisit my 2014 poem, “Yin and Yang,” given the ensuing four years of world and personal events. The poem, rather “dashed-off” in a flash of inspiration and never really forged and honed, as it should
Crazy-in-Love
Venus the Cruel © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr You are so like your sparkling, evening namesake, (Long imagined a tropical paradise, But now revealed a sulfurous hell.) And you, are so unlike your cool, smooth. Armless, lovely, marble depiction. You, with your demonic cherubim Ranging the Earth, Puncturing the skin of
Agnosticism
What Purpose…Everything? © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr What purpose would everything serve An eternal, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent Creator? What purpose would anything, temporary? But all is temporary: From the far-flung Galaxies To our grinding continental plates, To the squalling infant at birth. All, temporary; All, here-today; gone-tomorrow. When the sun
A.E.Stallings
Hiding Light Under a Bushel Basket © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Luke 11:33 | “No man, when he hath lighted a candle, putteth it in a secret place, neither under a bushel, but on a candlestick, that they which come in may see the light.” Even for an agnostic, a lot
Conceit
Fluidics © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Energy, Spirit, Love, Flow outward, Ever expanding. Power, Influence, Conceit, Flow inward, Only compacting.
Humanity
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
Philosophy
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.
Ecology
Life Is… © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Life is a flute of champagne. We are the twinkling bubbles Streaming upward, Spattering into oblivion at the top. We are born, We rise through life’s events Then we burst. Gone. Nothing. But new bubbles always replace us, For the moment. Life is
Creativity
Stories ©2016 Vernon Miles Kerr As a writer, I agonize over stories. What shall I write about? How shall I make it engaging, Captivating, Even perplexing? I dig deep into the dustbin of my mind, Unraveling old wadded up balls of memory, Looking for the right story. There are multitudes
Childhood Memories
Sky Thoughts © 2010, 2016 by Vernon Miles Kerr So, in the days of time gone by The birdies sang and dusted the sky With their feathery wings While we kids watched and wished That we could do the same. We’d lay back in the clover scent And argue about
Criticism
The title of this piece mirrors the newly posted tag-line for the blog. It is an attempt to categorize my “body of work.” Perhaps that is not the right term. “Body” implies a somewhat organized and reasonable gestalt. In reality, my interests, my activities and my writing is a melee