SHORT VERSES BY KENNETH HARPER FINTON

Silent Seeds

When hurt is a blanket of ice
smothering molten flames,
and the holy fire within
turns ashen dreams,
the silent seeds remain 
where miracles are born,
awaiting but new rains
for love to bloom again.

Not Every Love

Not every thought I think  is pure.
Not every move I make is sure.
Not every song I write can flow.
Not every love I make can grow.


Napkin Verse

How many poems in how many stops
have been written on napkins in coffee shops.
While others make lists of the things they must do
I sip on my coffee and write like a fool.

Cosmic Love

Does cosmic love seek concrete
 form in human lovers?
Is this why some feel dead
without another?


Society

Do you know what society is?
It is a cloudy mirror
where one views oneself
in different forms.

Yesterday   

Yesterday was lonely and tomorrow’s never won
We wake to find the present is all that ever comes.
Yesterday’s decisions made the path we take today, but  yesterday is oh so far, two billion miles away

Wings of Wax

I soared so high on wings of wax,
but not gone high enough to crash.
It’s time for me to make new plans
so flying can be safe again.

Where Magic Grows

Where magic grows, love goes.
Where laughter spills, love will. 
Where happy dwells, all’s well.

I Need Her

I need her much as she needs me,
I need her touch,  her company.
I need her laughter in the night.
I need her love, I need her light

Daffodils

I lost my  money, spun my wheels,
I wandered lonely city fields.
Although I looked with eyes of steel,
I did not find my daffodils.

Electronic Love

Love is orbiting freely around those 
illumined souls that light one’s path


Happiness is Something Shared

Happiness is something shared.
When all alone, it’s thin as air.
Peace of mind one finds alone,
but happiness takes more to grow.

The Nip

There’s magic in this bottle.
I think I’ll take a nip
and pause between my many cares
as through this life I slip.

To Face the Past

Is there some point in turning back 
to places where we left our tracks?
To face the past’s a tender thing,
for now is now and all has changed.

So Few Good Songs

So few good songs for hundreds writ,
so few good hours in thousands lived,
so few good films in thousands shot,
so few good loves that life has brought.

Three Miles Up

My craziness is over now.
I’ve stuck my head 
above the clouds 
and seen the sun 
shine steady streams,
while down below 
it can’t be seen.

Below the brown pollution haze,
my mind looks for a better day.
Sometimes is seems so far away,
but three miles up 
is a sunny day.

Patience

We who seem forever intertwined
should not demand so much so quick from time.
Events of years seem but a single day
when looking at the bones of yesterday.

Too Many Troubles

The space was right, the time was wrong.
Too many troubles stilled the song.
The face was right, the love was too.
So what’s a man supposed to do?
The space was right, the time was wrong.
Too many troubles stilled the song.

I Am the Wind

I am the wind, 
I am the rain,
I am a storm upon the plain.
My thoughts blow wild,
emotions pour. 

I rain in sheets on sandy shores
I’m different from those I meet
as mountain stone from smooth concrete.
Though I have need for love about, 
a stranger’s smile can bring me  out.

Families

Families grow together and apart.
It’s less to do with feelings of the heart
than it’s to do with processes  of growth.
We learn in time that it’s a bit of both.


Sand Castles

It’s hard for time 
to let things stand 
like castles built 
upon the sands.

Worthwhile things
are never  gained
with easy steps
or without pain.

Remembering

Remembering’s  a sad sweet thing 
we do when changes flood our ways.
Sometimes it’s best to face the fact 
those sunny days will not be back.

Necklaces

Aha!  I feel so fine.
I speak short words
all wound 
on beads of light.


Slavery

I’ll never own a living being
as long as I have breath to breathe!
I’ll never pain myself again
by holding love when it must end.

Beaten Paths

Beaten paths for beaten men
who’ve lost the will and way to win.
Only ash for those pipe dreams
that never find the will to be.

Lovers

Nothing may
and nothing can
replace the woman
and the man
who find each other
in the night
and write their names
on heaven’s light.


The Sound of Mute Earth Singing

I dream her drenched in burgundy,
tasting on my tongue.
Her naked nipples fire me warm 
with hard desire while ancient ears 
within me resurrect
the sound of mute earth singing.


Rainbows

You can’t see a rainbow
from a different point of view.
You can’t see a rainbow
‘til it’s all lined up for you.

You know it’s up there somewhere,
but it’s also in your eye.
You can’t see a rainbow
if you won’t even try.


Dream Lover

Your nights should lie beside me,
your days should be alive,
our lives should intermingle
like the sand washed by the tide.

My will is but to find you,
my heart seeks out your name.
In all forever, lover,
it will ever be the same.

Another Day

Another day has come and gone.
Tomorrow brings another dawn.
I bed alone again tonight.
Perhaps tomorrow will be bright.


How Does Love Start?

How does love start?
Butterflies and swelling of the heart.
That’s how love starts.

How does love grow?
Step by step along a bumpy road.
That’s how love grows.

Dull Habits

I know no one who wants to be
fat or bored, or ill at ease.
Our little faults can multiply
and kill us while we’re still alive.

Dull habit patterns cause us pain,
They  kill is in slow, steady ways.
Dull habits are so hard to change.
They seem so comfortable and tame.