The
cry of being
in
the fleeting body!
Invented
to perplex.
No wonder we want sex.,
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- Inadvertent Pick-Up
- Eventually
- Tell Me Everything
- Glitch
- Over the Waterfall
- No Wonder
- Hide-and-Seek
- A Poet’s Christmas Wish
- The Precious Thing
- Showing Up
- Another Discard
- Just So You Know
- BUT WHO'S BLUE?
- Human Sentience
- All You Wanted Really
- The Meteorological Equivalent of Silences in Pinter
- Somebody Should Tell Him
- Your Form
- Foster Child
- Wide-Eyed
- The Problem About Meeting People
- When He Gets Serious
- All Ends are Ignominious
- In a While
- What You Talk To
- Too-Too
- Followed
- Christmas Tree, December 9, 2014
- Not as Bad as All That
- Why Does Everybody Want the Ball?
- It’s the Curves that Count
- To Want to Get Wed
- What?
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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