Category Archives: ME: TROLL

A poetry corner featuring original poems and prose.

“Christmas Under the Bridge” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. Season of mistletoe Season of grief Christmas trees candlelight Poverty pain Families feast in sacred boxes Street people shiver, suffer, hunger So easy, So easy to forget Some count their blessings Some scheme to survive I watch people pray … Continue reading

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“ASSHOLE! Thy Name is Republican” (a tragic poem by KPKeelan)

. Who are these people? How can you call yourself a thing without BEING that thing? It is so self-evident! Donald Trump is an asshole. Don Jr. is an asshole. Steven K. Bannon is an asshole. Mick Mulvaney is an … Continue reading

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“This is Amerika! (From Columbine to Newtown to Uvalde)” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. This is Amerika: A cowboy nation Of imaginary superheroes Craving security Drowning in denial Thriving on bloodshed! This is Amerika: Malnourished populace Gorging on a smorgasbord of fear Nurturing a culture of violence Giving to those who have Taking … Continue reading

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“Beneath the Stinking Sky” (a short poem by KPKeelan)

. Beneath the stinking sky we aliens lie: Gods of dust living a legacy of dust Wallowing in a congress of distrust It’s FAIL OR BUST . Living giant lives in one tiny sigh. * © Kevin Paul Keelan and … Continue reading

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“A Trip to the Doctor to Treat a Slight Case of Death” (a poem by KPKelan)

. I was dead which is never a good thing, so I went to see my doctor. She examined me and concurred. I was a goner alright- dead as a doornail. My doc agreed- it was a bummer, but waddayagonnado? … Continue reading

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“Oops… (No Internet)” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. Damn! The Internet is down! Nothing to do but make funny faces in the mirror. I start with the go-to standards familiar to anyone who has ever had a child: squinched-up nose, tilted head, extruding tongue, manipulating my face … Continue reading

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“Learning New Dance Moves On the Far Side of the River Styx” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. When you’re freshly dead there’s a lot to forget- but a lot to learn as well. A whole bunch of new dance moves for one thing. (They do things differently on the far side of the River Styx.) Just … Continue reading

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“Workin’ It” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. Strive! Struggle! Try! It’s a contest. It’s a fight. Nothing comes easily. We are workin’ it! Taking the raw clay of Time we kneed it, caress it, brutalize it, into a human life. It’s a do-it-yourself kit that arrives … Continue reading

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“Absurd Advice For Lovers” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. Drink love with your eyes but never put it in your mouth. You might swallow it. And while it may feel yummy to have love in your tummy… it is summarily digested, and your beautiful flower of love is … Continue reading

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“The Deification of the Bully” (a poem by KPKeelan)

. So much power in a single chair! Too much. Where are those checks and balances we so celebrate? Are they just theories of ghosts? How did the very lowest rise to the top? It’s an office that can be … Continue reading

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