Monday, March 18, 2019

Oh, What the Hell by Ken Allan Dronsfield


Gracefully inept at life's perfection
gleefully disorganized and simple;
who put the beer in the top freezer?
I think Leprechauns live around here
hiding things and stealing my coins in a
glowing and rising of the grand red sun.
I think I forgot to buy the coffee cream;
good thing my favorite color is black,
since the toaster forgot to pop again
burnt toast and tepid black coffee today
ribbon-like clouds drift off to the east.
chickadees return to the empty feeder
rain arrives, my umbrella misplaced.
I have five but can't find even one.
adapt to life with its imperfections, oh,
what the hell, drink a beer and smile.










Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, prize winning poet and fabulist from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. He has three poetry collections, "The Cellaring", 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His second book, "A Taint of Pity", contains 52 Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. Ken's third poetry collection, "Zephyr's Whisper", 64 Poems and Parables of a Seasonal Pretense, and includes his poem, "With Charcoal Black, Version III", selected as the First Prize Winner in Realistic Poetry International's recent Nature Poem Contest. Ken won First Prize for his Haiku on Southern Collective Experience. He's been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for the Best of the Net, 2016-2018. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.


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