Kenneth Nicholas Lowe : Writing

Clear Blue Hell

Clear Blue Hell

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


In a whirlwind of trepidation Ensure your time spent well Not gazing into a solemn Abyss And idling in a clear blue hell
Oh Captain, My Captain

Oh Captain, My Captain

A Story by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


Oh captain, my captain Where have thou been For we have lived so much In a world with grievous sin Oh captain, my captain What troubles we've Bo..
Chennai

Chennai

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


I love that sun struck city Of meter-less rickshaws and crowded trains Of dosa and sambar and idils' In scorching summers and flooding rains I l..
When I Go

When I Go

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


If we get to 29 and you are not my wife I could get down on one knee And ask you really nice If we get to 30 and you are not my spouse I'd put o..
The Heart Breaker's Broken Hearted Rant

The Heart Breaker's Broken Hearted Rant

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


Must it be Must it be as is written Oh I think I've forgotten How this symphony should feel It should feel It should feel It..
Silent Thunder

Silent Thunder

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


She's the zephyr of the gentle night She creeps upon my feelings slow I fear my ways may cause her fright For the best of me, she wil..
Of Angels and Angles

Of Angels and Angles

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Nor heaven a saint, like a man reborn, Stars hath no twinkle, than a lover's first eye As Ear..
On becoming a Poet

On becoming a Poet

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


Gather your moral conscience Raise your crumpled spine Free your mind of every credence Reflect upon your issued time Prepare your rem..
To be.....

To be.....

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


Oh how much, I'd like to be Seated beneath a wild oak tree And while away my time till June When leaves are green and blue are moons ..
He said....

He said....

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


He said, that he was pining, For those years before his time Where the songs were sung much sweeter, And manna would taste of wine ..

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