Kenvil’s Book of Poems volume 9 Into the Mist Poems, unlike no other the
words of Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet and author, a collection of my
observations into human nature, the conclusion is that to me it seems like a
never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique.
INTO THE MIST POEMS BK9 2025
KENVIL’S TIMELESS POETRY SERIES
LITERATURE
Here is a collection of the all-time best Kenvil Atkins poems. This is a select
list of the best Kenvil Atkins poetry.” Near The House Where Safi Lives,”
Valhalla, Blue Rhapsody, Natural Mystic, (as well as classical and
contemporary poems) is a wonderful time for Ken who retired in 2014. Some
more examples are Birthdays and confusion.
INTO THE MIST
Who is Kenvil and what has he done? Silly, he drafted poems for me and you. And though he did not claim any merit Creations trump salvation without limitation. Kenvil Atkins Lewis needs no dictation. Writes with a notion of deliberation visitation. It flows from his pen unconditionally.
Welcome to Kenvil Poetry Oasis
MemoryScape
ABOUT KENVIL SERIES OF POETRY BOOK KNOWN AS THE VILANCE SERIES.
I understand that you are interested in Kenvil Atkins’ books. Kenvil Atkins is a poet and author who has published several books of poetry. “Make America Great Poetry Hour ” is the ninth volume in his “Timeless Poetry Series” and features new poetry along with his soon-to-be-published book, “Old Canelles.” I hope this information helps. Let me know if you have any other questions. The Timeless Poetry Series is a collection of poetry books by Kenvil Atkins, a poet and author. The series features new poetry along with his soon-to-be-published book, “Old Canelles. You can purchase Kenvil Atkins’ books on Amazon. You can also check out Thrift Books for used copies of his books the price range of Kenvil Atkins’ books varies depending on the book and the seller. The prices of his books on Amazon range from $5.95 to $98.95, Thrift Books offers used copies of his books, with prices starting from $11.72. Kenvil Atkins is a prolific poet and author who has published several books of poetry. His other works include: 1. Timeless Poems: This is Kenvil Atkins’ first volume of poetry, published in 2016 2. Timeless Poems - A Time to Reflect: This is the second volume in his “Timeless Poetry Series” and was published in 2017. 3. Timeless Poems - Raw Energy Words of the Master: This is the third volume in his “Timeless Poetry Series” and was published in 2018 4. Colibri Illusions: This is a novel written by Kenvil Atkins that is full of humor, fright, tears, and much more. 5. Whispering Voices: This is the eighth volume in his “Timeless Poetry Series” and features new poetry along with his soon-to-be-published book, “Old Canelles” 6. Make America Great Again Poetry Hour, Whispering Voices: This is the ninth volume in his “Timeless Poetry Series” and features new poetry along with his soon-to-be-published book, “Old Canelles” You can purchase Kenvil Atkins’s books on Amazon you can also check out Thrift Books for used copies of his books, You can find reviews for Kenvil Atkins’ books on Amazon. Customers who have purchased his books can leave reviews and ratings on the product page. You can find more information about Kenvil Atkins on his website, kenvilgatkins.com. He is the owner of Kenvil Poetry Oasis, which is a collection of his poems and observations on human nature. His words are made up of a collection of observations of human nature, and he concludes that there is a never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique and unusual, causing a daily chain reaction going around in a never-ending cycle. You can also find his books on Amazon.com. I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. Kenvil Poetry Oasis is a collection of poems and observations on human nature by Kenvil Atkins Lewis a poet and author. According to his website, his words are made up of a collection of observations into human nature, and he concludes that there is a never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique and unusual, causing a daily chain reaction going around in a never-ending cycle. You can find more information about Kenvil Atkins and his works on his website, kenvilgatkins.com. Kenvil Atkins is the owner of Poetry Oasis , unlike no other, his words are made up of a collection of observations on human nature, the conclusion is that there is a never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique and unusual, causing a daily chain reaction going around in a never-ending cycle. The poet says in my observation, I witness that there is nothing like an amateur poet, you just have to be motivated enough to write, for poems are made of simple words linked together to amuse, encourage, enlighten, embrace, and provoke one’s intellectual thoughts. KENVIL POETRY OASIS: is that kind of poetry because of my love for poetry and the satisfaction it gives me when I read a good poem, my heroes have been few in the poetry circle, poets such as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Robert Louis Stevenson are among my poetry heroes, read my latest book strength and vigilance (Glory Bee ) and just maybe I will become one of your favorite poets too, thank you. Dear reader, you too may want to take up writing. I encourage you to do so with an iron will, there is much joy to be had if someone is reading your own words a decade later. You will be remembered! With such poems as Valhalla Rising, Kenvil Atkins Lewis (poet) reflects on the positive things in your life & rejoices, as more people turn to poetry, it is only with the support of individual contributors like you that I will be able to produce free and far-reaching publications that champion poetry and encourage the reading and teaching of poetry, making it a part of our leisure reading hour, the humorous poem Near The House Where Safe Lives, encourages one to add kenvil's Atkins Lewis poetry books to your home library and community library.
FALSE PREDICTIONS
On a cruise ship sailing on the ocean The preacher man had a notion Telling me that Jesus Christ died For my sins proportion How can this be so I reply Said to me because I said so, my son Can I continue then in sin I ask It is good to know someone will pay There is so much I have not done I’ll take the chance to pave the town Are you sure I won't be wrong Because Jesus paid the price its gone We all have this notion of false prediction That keeps us in our addictions In truth that is only traditions Brainwash repetitions leading to destruction It made no sense to me at all That someone else should take the fall By St. Peter or by St. Paul Did Jesus die for them at all Or will they hear him when he calls It dawned on me what must be done If I should be found wearing a crown To seek and find the Lord's renown And tell him my story about what I found I prayed he lead me to the Temple ground His instruction of truth divine Upon my soul now to unwind In living colors truth be found A reunion that’s been way too long and stop going round and round Whispering Voices poem Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet / Raw Energy Timeless poetry seriesDREAMSCAPE
Upon my pillow, I lay my head A little round bed in the shed I thought I heard footsteps Perhaps they are coming for me Though I told them my story A sad, sad tale with no glory On a fast-moving train in Spain Window seat watching the rain The doctor labeled me insane Traveling back to the port of Spain There, I know someone is to blame Alone and lost, going to Toys R Us Seeking refuge, making no fuss My home is a shack behind the bus Still, I am considered too dangerous For a rolling stone carries no moss Whispering Voices poems bk8 Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet / Timeless poetry seriesBACK TO DESRUISEAUX
POSITIVITILY
If they were not there I won't be here And you won't be there From the valley of Desruisseaux An Atkins tribe did flow And it grew that! You should know Atkins is here, there, and everywhere Like the falling rain, our blood remains As a People of Radiant beauty With a magnetic personality to boot All Brothers and sisters of one father Old man Atkins, that matters Mix families by tens and dozens Now it is time to know your cousins And see how we have grown No more pocket size, but our own Strength and vigilance, I proclaim The Atkins tribe positively acclaim Taking it to the next level They had a job to do Passing it on to you and me Wear it with pride, you must see They were not celebrities But the possibilities In their integrity To wear with pride And abide to ride out the tide Whispering Voices poems / bk8 Raw Energy / Kenvil Atkins Lewis 2022
KENVIL ATKINS LEWIS'S MOST
UNUSUAL POEMS
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TESTIMONIALS
Meet the Poet and Author Kenvil Atkins Lewis Kenvil has published many poetry books and some short plays. He has also published a fictional novel about his voyages, Upstream the Travel of Kenvil Atkins. Thank you for visiting my website. Contact me if you would like to have a sport at this venue to showcase your business. Meet the Poet and Author Kenvil Atkins Lewis Kenvil has published many poetry books and some short plays. He has also published a fictional novel about his voyages, Upstream the Travel of Kenvil Atkins. Thank you for visiting my website. Contact me if you would like to have a sport at this venue to showcase your business.
Lock Your Inner Senses
KENVIL POETRY My poetry language is mythical and magical, recited to ensure that you are captivated under my spell. COOL BREEZE To comprehend that is to put your reading ability to the test, so don’t blame me if you get addicted. POET KENVIL All my poems reflect a paragraph of the human spirit; the world outside does not know about my composition. UNDER FIRE I hope my poems someday become something people take their cue from and possibly read aloud, making it their mouthpiece.A SIMPLE KENVIL POETRY OASIS HISTORY THE WORLD TOMORROW
Instead of further worrying over definitions, it may be both a relief and an illumination to exhibit certain plain and mighty differences between prose and poetry by comparison. I do not consider myself a speaker but my conscious as it were knows the distinction between good and bad, doubtless the precision I have taken in combining my words to produce sound rhythm results in a peculiar precision concerning what is not in the same sense that cannot be measured when trying to define Poetry Oasis. Ken has also taken an interest in writing books and poems. The first major poetry collection he called Timeless Poems a Time to Reflect (2001) and some short stories, other Poems that have been published include the award-winning poem Natural Mystic (2004). Kenvil retired from the Computer technology industry in 2014 and is focusing on his writing
PASSING JEHOVAH GOD: WORLD TOMORROW KENVIL ATKINS LEWIS
Kenvil Atkins is a prolific poet and author who has published several poetry books. His other works include: 1. Timeless Poems -Kenvil Atkins’ first volume of poetry, published in 2016 2. Timeless Poems - A Time to Reflect: Second and, published in 2017. 3. Timeless Poems - Words of the Master: third volume, published 2018 4. Timeless Poems – Whispering Voices World to be published in 2024. 5. Timeless Poems – Glory Bee Strength & Vigilance vol 6 Pub 2022 6. Timeless Poems – Cool Breeze Poetry Vol 7 Pub 2023 7. Colibri Illusions: This is a novel written by Kenvil and much more Published 2022 8. Timeless Poems - Into the Mist volume eight of his compositions published 2025 9. Timeless Poems - Make America Great Again Poetry Hour volume nine published 2025 You can find reviews for Kenvil Atkins’ books on Amazon. Customers who have purchased his books have an observation of human nature. His words are made up of a collection of observations of human nature, and he concludes that there is a never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique and unusual, causing a daily chain reaction that goes around in a never-ending cycle. I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions. his words are made up of a collection of observations into human nature, and he concludes that there is a never-ending battle between good and evil, which makes every day unique and unusual, causing a daily chain reaction going around in a never-ending cycle. You can find more information about Kenvil Atkins and his works on his website, kenvilgatkins.com.
SYMMETRICAL WITH ALL KINDS.
Some poets are happy to distinguish their poems, making it easy to recognize the mechanical part of prose, creating a relation symmetrical with all kinds of definitions and distinctions. My tendency is different, there are no themes, incremental repetitions, or variations in any form. THE EXPECTATION OF THE POET KENVIL ATKINS LEWIS Some day they may write about me as being an exception, quite a formidable perhaps the greatest poet in the world for when people are presented with a series of passages written indifferently from other poems but presented as prose the result is a dominant inclination to identify but the reason is absurd plain. In the future, when all.A POLITICAL DREAM
AMERICA’S POLITICAL EVENTS Political events if you are confused, refuse to hear the news Some are infused, and others refuse. Who would believe, that so much donation is iration inflation? They were dishing out in moderation, on behalf of selected politicians. Participating, realistic dollar anticipation, for kickback sensations Lureing themselves in, on the power struggle revelation Democracy crumbling, two stogies crumbling, have we gone asunder? She is, jumping Jehoshaphat! Enough delicates, no time for debates. The Fate of a Nation still awaits modification. About the contenders, Trump by far, has no equal in his petty hate. He must be doing this, only for fun he can't win, must he dissipate? Don’t be late, don’t hesitate, come what may, bring in your vote. Seriously! Trump's running mate, is no candidate, he need not wait Looking and knowing, with whom he associates, it's all left to fate. Two peas in a pod what a fraud, aint it odd, rather ship him abroad Sewing discord, in this Nation, remember to put him on record. When it’s all over deport Trump or Vance to Mexico close to the border Game end! Now and then, they can monitor each other.SEPTEMBER STORM
I would like to say I told you so, woe is me, but both have to go The ballot box will tell your story, you proud citizen of America The majority counts. Scientism, Trump's views are like the weather Great America is a feather in the wind, watch it flow to and fro Concerning people on this occasion, to glow, they have to show In the end, you reap what you sow, it's just that simple, you know Four more years of good or bad crippling, America oh hell so sad But common sense has not prevailed in America, this ship has sailed Prevailing winds have swept through her mast. OUI, it is time to bail Send for the wise men, women, or children, yes, help this nation not to fail America’s September storm, but you be calm, and avoid taking up arms America’s founders did not mean it this way, but greed is now here to stay Yet everyone has a say and hides safely behind a bale of hay, and then they neigh So America shouts out to North, South, East, and West and says to thyself, no way False promises will lead you astray, but beware of wolves in sheep's clothing, I say A gentle soul, this Biden guy avoids pitfalls in America, just let him fly, and don’t ask why Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet/ for Raw Energy and Timeless Poetry SeriesTHE SOUTH IS DYING GHOST CITIES
For want of a shoe! The kingdom was lost. A hefty price to pay! Oh dear, at what a cost. What did they promise? We’re making such a fuss. Quick to hand out our currency! Saying it’s a must. American charity is confusing! Having forgotten us. Supposing someone starts a war! America will cover for sure. Uncle Sam, It’s a matter of pride! Walking the floor. Newsflash! Would you believe, our poverty lies next door? No big deal Congress approves out dollar bills and more. Money was taken from your pocket! Promoting harmony galore. Ghost Cities American cities! Dying of pestilence on their shore. Bombastic policy! Giving out your cash, to warring nations' parasites. Doubiously believing they could stop wars! by giving dollars what a blite. Confused! Or is it the fool that they preach, misguided, just to blow hot air? Take a walk on the South Wild Side! Americans, are soon to be a thing of the past. Into Rhe Mist Poetry Volume 9, Ghost Cities Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry Series / Raw Energy.AMERICA INCONSPICUOUS
Inconspicuous, and Rotten to the core, they are asking for more Biden, yes, was forced to give up the fight. America is that right The party clowns threw him over an abandoned highway, how tight Now the deal is signed, and Trump matches making it just right Let's paint it blue, for who knew? Those mules lost their rights America is ready for a blue House President, Trump’s the man Did not stop him at the courts, will not stop him, OUI, yes, he can You threw in the towel and gave up your rights, that’s right Still, they are not ready for a female president, old-fashioned indeed, sad Verse two In the house of derision, they sort division, envisioning false prediction The good old boy house of secrets, falling like little cricket wickets Watch and see, on bended knees, they shell out the help tickets Not all had a dream of someday making the impossible, broken sockets Now it’s a rap, print it, and file this one under Trump, long live the king They fight among themselves, it is what they do best up till the last hour Enter a fool at the last minute, hoping for a miracle, ouch, a house divided History will record these such blunders, willing Democrats were not invited For lack of wisdom and poor judgment, in forcing the champion to surrender
COLOUR BLIND
She was fair to look upon her smile was as sweet as cherry Laying her down if only I could was a burden I carry In her innocence, I knew that it would be soon and not tarry I pave the town I search the neighborhood but not to marry Through the window I came and unto that sweet young dame Why I was not told love is hot with fits of madness and fury She held nothing back as we move in rhythm on and on we go Between now and then an eternity eclipses the hour we sow Her glowing face her warm embrace and her eyes entice me Time went by I did fly wishing never to land but just let me be One evening of blessing her sweet frame was poetry in motion She was perfect then but simple now the lust for her had to die Someday I will be a groom today tomorrow or maybe soon Oh foolish me why did I hide the love I had for my fair bride Come drink with me and ease my pain before I go insane Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsFAM DERYER MOURNE
In the corner of my eyes across the hall she was watching me I lost little time but moved around just to let her know I see Come now my blond fair Madden the feeling is just the same My love like a burning fire a hundred streams could not tame I knew her not my love was shut inside me my mind to blame Forbidden walks result that sucks her bosom she did bare Pain in my body she took me to hell I know well I was there A disease conjures both mind and body and I felt fear For a cure, I pondered until it blew asunder left me now to wonder Yes a lesson I should learn but instead, I wish her for my own How can a fruit be so scrumptious but being so presumptuous? A body full of fungus passes from all who eat this exquisite dish Nightly I crawl myself to sleep and wish for another sip If you see Madden walk away her fruits are rotten as Eden Come drink with me and ease my pain before I go insane Kenvil Atkins / Love Letter Poems #7 Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsFALLEN EYES
Unforgettable not for beauty but see her big brown eyes Her slender hips round buttocks hair that drips when walks She kept me wondering that’s not all was her love sincere At the top of the mountain, I drank the water of her fountain Bitter and sweet yes it tasted like honey that is just too funny Yes golden black was her color they did not come any taller But walk as a stray from the fold of life she baited me and lie To think I believe her why not I pride myself on perfection And the soul that sin must die words spoken by the master And walk out of my life she did and left me going faster Eyes that brought me over hill I pray the Lord my soul to heal For today I know the joy of life fancy me I’ll take no bribe Fallen eyes that charm the beast is now another fancy feast Oh foolish me why did I hide the love I had for my fair bride Come drink with me and ease my pain before I now go insane Kenvil Atkins / Love poems #8 Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsHOT TOO HOT OR NOT
The first thing you notice is her lips luscious and inviting As if it was not enough her hourglass figure swayed in the wind I could not believe she fancied me I had nothing to offer her Yet she said that I was the toughest that made her feel alive Her voice was mellow I was yellow then she touched my hand Walk with me my love let me embrace your perfume neck Let me feel the warmth of your breath as vapor from heaven For tomorrow I may be forgotten and my heart cease to chime I came alive when she arrived I knew she was double trouble The softness of her touch and the motion of her body made me wobble Anticipation overcame my lust through my vestures I thrust It was over in a moment she could not believe that I was done Promise me she said to me next time you jerk let work not poke I never once saw this perky Madden but wish I had arrived on time Come drink with me and ease my pain before I go insane Kenvil Atkins / Love Letter Poems #6 Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins
AMIE FOREVER MINE
In the valley of derision, I cry out to my God for a reason Yes still licking wounds my Amie I lost to the seasons Yet I walk away with a heart full of woe refusing ever to let go My love a burning fire a hundred streams could not quench In my dreams, I walk alone fair Amie aching through my bones I am hunted by your thoughts and long for your sweet embrace Let me feel the warmth of your breath as vapor upon my chest Once again your tender love that surely came from above The road to your abode I follow yet your presence disappear But I know that I have been there many times you never knew Oh fair Amie my lovely graceful dove I prowl on top of the hills I see your burning lights below and watch for your silhouette I thought someday to be a groom your precious hands I adore Oh foolish me why did I hide the love I had for my fair bride Come drink with me and ease my pain before I almost go insane Copyright © 2017 Kenvil Atkins all rights reserved.YOUR BROTHER MY FRIEND
Come drink with me for your love is sweeter than wine Your face is magical your lips are divine I long for a kiss I knew myself and saw myself as a man with a wondrous gift My love a burning fire a hundred streams could not quench I knew you not openly my love was shut inside my mind Walk with me my love let me embrace your perfume neck Let me feel the warmth of your breath as vapor from heaven For tomorrow I may be forgotten and my heart cease to chime The road to your abode I follow yet your presence disappear But I know that I have been there many times you never knew Oh fair sister my lovely graceful dove I prowl on top of the hill I see your burning lights below and watch for your silhouette I thought someday to be a groom your precious hands I adore Oh foolish me why did I hide the love I had for my fair bride Come drink with me and ease my pain before I go insane Love poem #1 Copyright © 2017 Kenvil Atkins all rights reserved.AMIE MY AMIE
Have you seen her today the night was busy I traveled far I was taken back to the time when our love was young And even though she left me standing I was not done I walk away to protect her from her parents too greedy to see Her love was natural and sincere and almighty knows I love her I came back to fight for my love but she was gone away The days grew dark around me the years made me blue As elusive as a snake as graceful as an eagle I was a friend Your memory dear Amie remain night after night yes But I know that I have been there many times looking for you In my waking hours, I ponder what I see I have no answer I see the things that are allowed only to be lost in my vision I walk the beaches in my dreams I see your picture everywhere Come back to me oh Amie dear the years that me you farer afar Then maybe the baby girl in my dreams will make love on the stars Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsCECILIA ON MY MIND
Why did your guardian have to make demands so my heart would break The heart thus only speaks of love it’s a language by far and from above I knew myself and saw myself as a man with a wondrous gift that stands the time And here to you my love a burning fire frankly dear it could go much higher Our passions remain in vain and low how much I have suffered the pain A guardian what more than a rogue I say a scoundrel yes that did not care I see your pearly eyes an Egyptian of modern-day beauty Cecilia so fair You walk like the pharaoh of my dreams with such grace and poise it all seems We both were young and love would find a way but died that day I curse the day Love ended for me we would travel infinitely never embracing your sweet smell Of forgetfulness linger on I see your burning lights below and watch for me Your silhouette I thought someday to be a groom your precious hands to be A second chance that never came stripped apart and I’m to blame For guardians to do what must be done that’s the way things are won Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsVALHALLA RISING
A mile yonder a sound is heard half a mile beyond the next horizon Brave souls a count of twenty plunging into battle God Save the Queen Thick smoke fills the air as the sound and smell of musket echo unseen They take no prisoners give no quarter do what must be done to win Into the valley of Valhalla back from the plains of Zen, they will be seen Chapter II Not for glory but they plunge into the battlefield charging into the hell door A brigade of twenty more terrible than locusts in a field of corn unleash Now Horse and rider falling to the ground silencing their guns forever And through it all a lonely flag was raised at the bottom of Lake Shinobis Come gather and taste the smell of victory as twenty lay dead or dying Chapter III Valhalla rising yes a chorus they echo as they plunge into the dense fog No not one returns now to tell the tale of the charge of the chosen twenty But on their grave, their story is told over and over amidst the now ruins A village was safe to suffer war no more from the pirates of hell’s door Valhalla rising you can hear their echo but they will return home no more By Kenvil AtkinsMon Père
Come and listen to a story about a man my father no doubt From market to market to buy some fresh fish to market I say And the sailor home from the sea spread his catch on the bay Fish for sale penny for a pound of fish ten pennies he did pay He called on his wife who eats no lean so she set the pot clean The merry cats live in a hole but at night they come out to play Searching the pots that are set for tea their feast was sure to come A trinket a basket a pot of fish they did find and scamper away And now begins my deity two little boys suffer so what a piety Now for us is a lost endeavor fish and cats have gone forever His heavy hands upon our backs as if to say go bring it back Ah I fear it’s not that easy we know not how and that’s a fact Just like little Jack Horner, we sat in a corner with nowhere to run Off to the ocean shouted the man go soak your wounds a bit Grandmother Bill was not thrilled and saved us from this nitwit Copyright 2009 Kenvil AtkinsLEVE STE LUCIE
It’s the fifth hour in the dim morning light, you can hear his voice, a simple man of giant convictions, a kind word here, a gesture of support to the troubled mind, and you will hear that there is no other like the man called Hillier. Some men work for fortune and some for fame, but Ollie Pop and the Sabin from Mark will tell you Alexander Heller works for all. A simple theme song followed by a giant voice conquering the airwaves with a command performance, it's 5:am level Ste. Lucie is putting the neighbor back in the neighborhood and the love back in the community, Lucian’s Bajan’s Grenadine’s Dominican’s your people, my people, we say thank you, King Hillier. We call on him to reach out to us, healing the nation's wounds with togetherness, what a fellowship of joy divine he brings to the broken-hearted, the bedridden mom and papas, the young and old alike, tuning in to unite a nation. The eighth hour is fast approaching the last call from one and all, with spirit high and tempers mellow, we wait for another tomorrow when we shall all hear our people say again, thank you to Mr. Hillier. Uniting the people of Saint Lucia and the world Copyright ©2006 Kenvil AtkinsHALCYON DAYS
Working days magical moments enchanting surroundings, the gentle waves rush to shore and empty its waters on the bright white sandy beach, as peaceful as the whisper of the night winds, onward I go walking through the narrow gate and into the courtyard, around the bend to pass the men’s locker room, up the winding stairs and into the kitchen. Early to bed and early to rise daily ritual of perfection for satisfaction was not enough to slow down time, up the hill and down the valley around tight corners and into narrow lanes we travel, making quick stops as we move along picking one here and picking two there these were the children of halcyon days. Return with me to a time oh so long ago and stay awhile long enough to see my grief as I walk the empty halls of my memory, parting is such sorrow which is not spoken of the soul, still, your face reminds me of all the places we used to go. Working days magical moments enchanting surroundings I saw no more, too soon and you were gone, blame it on my youth blame it on your guardian blame it on love for love let us down always wanting never getting, living in the presence of celestial moments crossing gaps in time never making contact Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins
KENVIL ATKINS LEWIS MAJOR DIFFERENCES
Writing in form doesn't just mean picking the right words, but having the correct rhythm (prescribed stressed and unstressed syllables), following a rhyming scheme (alternate lines rhyme or consecutive lines rhyme), or using a refrain or repeated line. Rhythm and Riddim is part of poetry you may have heard about writing a prize-winning poem but don't be intimidated by the jargon, one stressed and one unstressed syllable makes for beauty or dullness of the rhythm, For example, look at this line from Kenvil’s poem “Near the House Where Safe Lives” which has the repeating chorus of vibrant syllables bonded: Kenvil is a master at emotional ups and downs. USING RHYME AND RIDDEN. 13 POEMS OF LOVE 13 WOMEN THAT I HAVE LOVED Not all poets use the Rhyme scheme. Many set forms follow a particular pattern to their rhyming. When analyzing a rhyme scheme, lines are labeled with letters to note which ending of each rhyme with which other. The casing point takes this verse from one of Kenvil Atkins Lewis's 13 love poems, actually from 13 women that i have love dearly. Molina With The Big Round Eyes, A Friend of Yours, Dream Boat, This poet takes you into a dream-like state as if you are the one sitting there.
STRENGTHS AND VIGILANCE RAW ENERGY SERIES
Some poets use gestures to narrate, describe, argue, or define. To the novice, there are equally numerous reasons for writing poetry. But poetry, unlike prose, often has an underlying and overarching purpose that goes beyond the literal. Poetry is evocative. It typically provokes in the reader an intense emotion: joy, sorrow, anger, catharsis, love, etc. Poetry can surprise the reader with an unexpected twist, creating an unforgettable experience, giving revelation, insight, and further understanding of elemental truth and beauty. Like the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis's poem “ Natural Mystic,” the relevant message in his composition is all the beauty, truth wisdom of the real world, and that is all one needs to know." Poetry can come out as old, frail, new, and cerebral. It is stronger and fresher than you think. The poet's imagination will break those chains faster than you can say, "Play it again, Sam." What motivates people to keep writing poetry? Well, I would venture to say it is much faster to come to life than the best-written novel. The writers are just the first ones to be satisfied with simplicity on paper as they're putting the words on the page (and revising them). Ridden and Rhyme
WHAT DEFINES A POEM? Something Exciting
Poetry is a lot of things to a lot of people. "When I read a book, it makes me feel good all over my body. I know that is poetry." The poet uses everyday words to inspire, just like the Artist uses paint to bring out the masterpiece on his canvas. Poetry cannot be defined. There are as many definitions of poetry as there are of poets. For example, William Wordsworth defined poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. Yes, Longfellow was one of my favorite poets. Please support Kenvil by purchasing his poetry books. Poetry can make you laugh or cry or yawn, it can make your whole body shiver while doing nothing." Some poets carefully select words for conciseness and clarity standards, but sometimes poets go well beyond this. Consider such a poem another of my favorites: “ The Charge of the Light Brigade” word's emotive qualities, backstory, musical rhythm, tone of destruction, and even its spatial relationship to world events. Through innovation in word choice and form, support the poet Kenvil Atkins today. KENVIL’S POETRY OASIS AND YOU: Whispering Voices Poems, vol 8, the poet's voice means many things to many people. Reading a poetry book makes me feel good all over, takes me to distant shores, keeps me wanting more,
AMONG MY SOVINERS
Here is a collection of the all-time best Kenvil Atkins poems.
This is a select list of the best Kenvil Atkins poetry.” Near The
House Where Safi Lives,” Valhalla, Blue Rhapsody, Natural
Mystic, (as well as classical and contemporary poems)
ACKNOWLEDGE
Get ready to enjoy yet another copy volume of Kenvil’s
Timeless Poetry, this is a volume (9) in the series thank you for
purchasing Kenvil’s Poetry books.
This book is dedicated to the memories of someone whom I
have never forgotten, my Amy.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, THE MAN SAYS
In the middle stands this champion! Donald is his name.
Says to America? he will and can take them to fortune and
fame. America is going backward says he! There is only Biden
to blame.
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KENVIL’S POETRY OASIS AND YOU - Something Exciting
EXODUS FROM MICOUD TO MILWAUKEE
Never forgetting our heritage or the Island of our birth, though we may roam far and wide, still to us at twilight
comes the love for St. Lucia. We are a proud progressive people, smart and intelligent; that’s who we are. Many
greats have made their mark representing this beautiful Island in the sun.
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POEMS
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AMATUERS BELIEF.
When amateurs and so-called experts talk about my poetry, they will say there is a major difference that is. In place of further worrying over definitions, it may be both a relief and an
illumination to exhibit certain plain and mighty differences between prose and poetry by comparison. I do not consider myself a speaker, but my
MAJOR DISTINCTIONS
conscious as it knew the distinction between good and bad, doubtless the precision I have taken in combining my words to produce sound rhythm results in a peculiar precision concerning
what is not in the same sense, that cannot be measured when trying to define Poetry Oasis. Yes the power of written words remain long after you are gone, who’is to say that I was not here.
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