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Poems for the Poet
In December, Ken Kessel JDPSN celebrated a birthday. We celebrated with him, in a style befitting the poetry editor of Primary Point—by writing poems for him, a selection of which follows.
Roses are red violets are blue Since you are a poet here is some Haiku some borrowed and some new—just for you. Pond. Frog jumps in. Plop. Poet. Words leap out. Ahhhhhhhhh.
-Trish O’Sullivan
The Ten Thousand (for Ken)
Ten thousand poems are written when you exhale.
Ten thousand more poems are written when you inhale.
When your pen writes a poem, ten thousand more poems are written an inch above your pen.
When you were born ten thousand poems flew through the air snapping ten
thousand flags of ten thousand nations. In the morning
when you take a shower ten thousand poems sprinkle your skin
and at night when you snore ten thousand poems joyride through ten thousand capillaries
popping ten thousand birthday balloons filled with ten thousand poems. Today, all the ten
thousand poems salute you. Tomorrow the ten thousand poems will go out
to the park with you and toss a baseball. You think back on yesterday and yesterday’s
ten thousand poems. Take a deep bow. The ten thousand poems make a spring board
of your back and leap and land in a pool made up of ten thousand poems.
-Eugene Lim