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KENVIL ATKINS LEWIS'S MOST UNUSUAL POEMS
Greetings, welcome guest, my poems are most unusual
and very much to the point, I write the words that flow
through my mind throughout the day. Chances are you,
too, may have thoughts similar to mine. It's all good;
power to the written word, my respect,
So on your marks and prepare to be inspired.
Get ready to be amazingly surprised I pick up a little
novel called “COLIBRI’ ILLUSIONS” full of the gusto that
would move you to laughter, fright, tears, and much
more if there is such a thing. Folks I happen to stum-
ble upon this novel, written by Kenvil Atkins, of course,
I had never heard of him before but the cover of the
book caught my attention, and I venture to peek inside
for a look-see.
WELCOME TRAVELERS
My poetry language is that of mythical and magical
recited to ensure that you are captivated under its
spell. To comprehend is to put your reading ability to
the test. Don’t blame me if the words get you addicted.
Most of my poems reflect a paragraph of the human
spirit, and the world outside has not known me or my
composition, which I am willing to accomplish.
POETRY OASIS THUMBPRINT -UNIQUE MAGICAL POEMS
Don’t attempt to define my poetry: My poetry language is that of mythical and magical recited to ensure that you are captivated under my spell. To comprehend that is to put your reading ability to the test, don’t blame me if you get addicted. Poetry or Prose Could be either or neither but will always remain unique. My poetry language is that of mythical and magical recited to ensure that you are captivated under my spell. To comprehend that is to put your reading ability to the test, don’t blame me if you get addicted. All my poems reflect a paragraph of the human spirit, and the world outside does not know about my composition which I am willing to accomplish. KENVIL MIGRATIONS BOOK -AUTOBIOGRAPHY In a class of eleven voted most likely to fail, why not a worker with no tools will surely produce no result? Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet
THE WORLD TOMORROW
Be ready for poetry that cannot be defined by rhyme & ridden every time. World Tomorrow presents Kenvil Atkins Lewis, the strength and vigilance of his compositions with raw energy: Your library is missing out on his books. Open the door to Poetry Oasis. A decade from now or sooner generations will be talking about my Poetry Oasis, yes although I have not placed it in any nationality section, it is fair to say Poetry Oasis structure is a Caribbean heritage. Poetry Oasis has a list of articles in two languages, French or broken French as it is called and some venture to call it Creole, nevertheless, the meaning is paramount, there resides a large body of poetry contributed by me the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis, identical to my heritage and ethnicity, yet undoubtedly true to both languages. POETRY OASIS DISTINCTIVE STYLE One would say that poetry is literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas, but the distinctive style of my poetry has no such rhythm the words just flow creating a story that is true to life as a genre of literature. Take for instance my thirteen love poems, some of the verses of my poems evoke meaning a principle which I adopted to portray sound and rhythm differential across each composition. POETRY OASIS VARIED HISTORY Whereas poetry itself has a long and varied history, my Poetry Oasis poems are in their infancy it date back to the year nineteen hundred, as early as 2000, Poetry Oasis was meant to stay undefined even though it uses speech in rhetoric and convey such as drama, songs and a little comedy added for spice. POETRY OASIS REPLETION To uniformly place my poems in mainline literature I took considerable great care concentrating on features such as repletion, categorizing my verse form to portray sound and rhyme, the object being one informative to my writing. Poetry Oasis poems words come in many metaphors it has a layering of meanings, which perceive different meanings, forms may exist between the individual verses, a technique I call rhyme and rhythm, making it unique and reflecting my own culture and heritage if you are accustomed as a reader to identify poetry Poetry Oasis has no characteristic because I refrain from following a blueprint of duplication. POETRY OASIS (Valley of Derision ( poem ) They dance by the light of the moon As dawn comes real soon A hot July when things are done Come what may life has begun POETRY OASIS CULTURE AND DIVERSITY Poetry Oasis a division of Timeless poetry establishes itself as a resonance however the images it portrays have no meaning and no connection rendering it unique because my own culture is one of diversity in an increasingly globalized world of tradition, my contribution is one of the expressive qualities. POETRY OASIS CLASSICAL OR CONTEMPORARY In Western culture tradition associates the production of poetry with inspiration, this is also true with my poems, but the difference is not tradition but divine intervention, I tend to compose a more structured poem that differentiates the character I am writing about rather than myself, the distinction is all but the same only the character is to blame. You may notice my poems, many of them talk about my Lord Jehovah, yes all that I do all that I am, and all that I will be distinctively comes from Almighty God Jehovah, his words at times distinguish what I write making it absolute poetic. POETRY OASIS NO GENRES BUT EPIC ENOUGH It is important to know that Poetry Oasis cannot be defined there are no formal differences between one group or the other it stands predominately on its merit, notably with no fragments and no genres yet my poems portray some epic some tragic take, for example, my poem (Requiem Aeternam Donna Eis ) Eternal rest grant unto him is one of my tragic poems, yes it is about a padre’s death by drowning, that is what makes Poetry Oasis different in its content spanning expression such as my thirteen love poems all in my point of view classical.
President Donald Trump the Man the Myth
Now that you voted, anxiously awaiting who will win, of course, you would like the candidate that you picked to win. If so, may the force be with you. Realistically speaking, this time around, the choices for President were nothing but slim pickings, but naturally, we have to make do with the candidates that were brought forward. We face a growing tug-of-war between our economy and major war conflicts being fought on our doorsteps. We have become the giver of ammunition, and somehow the mediator between Nations, in this modern era, and with the growing threat of nuclear arsenals, we should be vigilant and alert of the selection intervention we perform. Larking is the word from the White house; our economy is strong, although we are not the worst off, but we are not far from being there. So ask yourself, now that you have voted, did I vote party line, or should I have voted for the candidates who will positively bring us out of the impending disaster of our economic situation? The choices you’ve made will last over the years, unwillingly! Both Democrats and Republicans refuse to see eye to eye on matters affecting our liberty and our welfare, always putting it to a vote, a process that is dragged out throughout the reign of the elected party. If you voted for Donald Trump, chances are he indeed will work hard for your welfare, intertwining with his agenda of retribution. Whereas if you voted for Kamala Harris, you would get five more years of the Biden mandate, poor Kamala was never that involved; no choice in this matter, implemented by his choice of nominee, Vice President Kamala Harris. Still in balance is our hopes for a successful transfer of power, and to the winner, congratulations! are in order, and hope to perform the business of the Nation, you the people have in some way interacted with my political poems, you know my thoughts on both candidate, however you don’t know my vote, or whom do I want to govern me, I will tell you frankly, as a devout worshiper of Jehovah Almighty God, I don’t partake in nominating or voting. The life I live is being put into play one day at a time, respecting the law of the land, I am driven by faith, and guidance that has to secure me from adversity, propelling me into rem of neutrality and perfect peace in my search for perfection, there will be no more political poems from me after the conclusion of this, the route to the Presidency.LOOSE CANNON OUR MAN TRUMP
A champion manipulator, defiant and impulsive, is Donald. Trod over his compadres, mash them in the mud, Si. Nets and traps could not stop the brazen fellow Oui On his route to the white house, will you follow Amigo? Carelessly orchestrated his route, but they want him out. Yet giving him the publicity he wants, no doubt, without a fight. Is the country made from wimps or are they all pimps? Quietly and meticulously, he weaves them around his thumbs. Judges and prosecutors’ blind mice are orchestrating his comeback. The next bell you will hear is game over, and Trump wins again. Friends, American countrymen, and ladies, open your eyes Before you stand a pesky fellow dressed up in blue and yellow Riding upon a misty cloud, strutting a crown that’s sure to follow As if there is no tomorrow, parade old Trump that compulsive fellow If the end justifies the means, the people will sing out when he wins Much Too Mush is not as you like it, but a comedy of living horror Is there a man dismayed, or has someone blundered our sorrow Two old fellows at that on their bones left no fat, how do you like that Soon it will be dark, and the fat lady will sing her epiphany of factsIn The Shadow Of Biden
Poor Kamala could not see around the corner! Why unprepared? Hard to answer a question of merit! What have you to say Mrs, Harris? Blame it on Trump! Why what the hell, he is a scapegoat that Trump. Ruling using her experience! That is her new experience, not the old one. I fear that will not do Kamala! You have lived in the shadows, far too long. Recalling the old regime! Can you imagine or understand, the question of leadership? Four years now! It is plain to see you have been free, to change our impending situation. Kamala! And what have you done, It is so much fun to hear you ramble on and on. Saying nothing and pointing fingers! Is not a quality to be renowned or wear the crown.Mental Slavery
Harris this and Harris that? The human characteristic is one of disbelief, a poor imitation of flattery, and a gross form of negligence. Portraying what is not, and giving no care to what is, to this end the mass population attributes this knowledge to hearsay. People's character changes as the seasons, everyone is subject to their hidden pioneer, massive disillusions in this here time. To the scenic! It's brutal out there, to the wise and simple! It’s a matter of checks and balances. And to the critic, is a mass Pandora's box. All have a brain whose capacity has a limit. Making choices has always illuded the perfect individual norm, making the massive look like a picture perfect.Mental Slavery Conclusion
To comprehend these thoughts of individuality concepts, a rational step in a delusion order needs to be overcome as pure demography. Facing each day with the expectation of grace from the Lord above. which mankind, has given a back seat, placing their faith in the higher akee of self- governing, to this day all nations have placed a blindfold. Indulging in hate, to the extent of war. Remembering the crucifixion, who can get it right? The soul did not reveal clarification to one's destiny, some things are still held back by Allah the Almighty! to be shown in his chosen time, yet he daily purifies and ratifies the most disastrous. The making of this generation, given his power to do so with equality, and reverence. All are Rath's sons and daughters, and nothing can change until a higher power redeems his judgment.
POETRY OASIS HERITAGE
A decade from now or sooner generations will be talking about my Poetry Oasis, yes although I have not placed it in any nationality section, it is fair to say Poetry Oasis structure is a Caribbean
heritage.
POETRY OASIS LIST OF ARTICLES
Poetry Oasis has a list of articles in two languages, French or broken French as it is called and some venture to call it Creole, nevertheless, the meaning is paramount, there resides a large body
of poetry contributed by me the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis, identical to my heritage and ethnicity, yet undoubtedly true to both languages.
POETRY OASIS DISTINCTIVE STYLE
One would say that poetry is literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas, but the distinctive style of my poetry has no such rhythm the words just flow
creating a story that is true to life as a genre of literature.
Strength & Vigilance Series The will to carry on
Get ready for the making of a poet Be ready for tomorrow's market. You may not know him now, but you will come to know him in the future, he is no other than Kenvil Atkins Lewis happy listening to you all. His poems are quite unusual and unique no duplication ever. I am the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis, also an author, if you know my history you would not be amazed at my voyages from my infancy into the twilight of my years, this is a true extract of my sweet home Canelles, my parents left me when I was just a mere tot, I was carried here there and everywhere, but the greatest pleasure I have known was when I was placed in the custody of my grandmother who lived at Canelles. It was a long time ago, this is my story as I remember it from Canelles to Micoud and the United States. I call it as it is an Experience Under Fire. Strength & Vigilance Series The will to carry on.AND SO THE TRADITION LIVES ON
Idle Hands as a computer operator, Ken's last position was with Catholic Information Security, as a security guard. He believes in the saying an idle hand is the devil’s workshop, he spends most of his free time creating and designing websites. Major Poetry Ken has also taken an interest in writing books and poems the first major poetry he called Timeless Poems a Time to Reflect (2001) and some short stories, Poems Publish 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.THE WORLD TOMORROW
Grandfather Bill Atkins Grandfather Bill is an awesome man, you would love him just like me. Uncle Cunu Atkins My Uncle Cuni is a diamond to his siblings, his love for them is paramount. Uncle Milton Atkins My uncle Milton without a doubt is the magic man, everyone he knows loves him. My uncle Joseph Atkins is my hero. Yes, my knight in shining Armour, he is courageous brave, and true, his virtue knows no bounds for me he is the father I wish I had. Gave me the push I needed to start writing Uncle Atkins please take a bow. World Tomorrow presents Kenvil Atkins Lewis, the strength and vigilance of his compositions with raw energy: Your library is missing out on his books.
LIFE HAPPENS DON’T SLEEP IT OFF
Don't miss out, get ready to be amazingly surprised I pick up a little novel called “COLIBRI’ ILLUSIONS” full of the gusto that would move you to laughter, fright, tears, and much more if there is such a thing. Folks I happen to stumble upon this novel, written by KENVIL ATKINS, of course, I had never heard of him but the cover of the book caught my attention and I ventured to peek inside for a look-see. Well, folks from the time I read the introduction of the book to the moment I was asked to buy the book if I wanted to continue reading the rest, I just could not stop yes I bought it for a mere mislay of $15.00 or the kindle version for $5.00, I dare say that turn out to be a great buy. IU will donate this little novel to my grandson's little emit. Should I tell you the story or are you now intrigued to pick up a copy of your own, well if so I will not spoil it for you, but I just want to put in the last word look out for Peabody the clown, and happy reading all. The novel COLIBRI’ ILLUSIONS is based on real characters, but the story-line is all fiction, the three main characters are related, and the story-line came to me while I was reading one of my grandfather’s books entitled Off On A Comet, however, our journey to the different places and time is more in line with another grandfather book Gulliver’s Travel, I hope you enjoy book one.Our Man Donald Trump
I would like to say I told you so, woe is me but both have to go The ballet 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 frow 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 sail 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 bail of hay, then they neigh America shouts out to North South East and West and says to thyself no way False promises will lead you astray, beware of wolves in sheep's clothing A gentle soul this Biden guy avoids pitfalls in America, just let him fly don’t ask whyA FELON IN THE WHITE HOUSE
The jury found him guilty. Poor Trump is now running on empty A jury of his peers says they but who can be like the man, Trump Judging from his defiant demeanor, he will live to fight to be a winner Taking his lumps, plenty of gas left at the pumps for his comeback If you can't put him down this way, why not call the people to pray There is no such faith in America today; just let Trump go on his merry way II At the ballot box, he says America will have its say, I say neigh You must admit the man dares to endure the media circus today While some had a good laugh, others found it harsh. What is the fuss It was all about his personal life, his business ethics American way But he came forward intending to lead the way and was led astray For in God, we trust, the man Washington says, and that makes my day III He is energized and is stubborn in owning such an enterprise as Malago, yes. Fools rush in where wise men dread. Is he wise, or is he mad, or just bad You will never know until he is seated upon the throne, yes, I dare say so In the end, you had a good laugh on your buffet sucking on pop tarts Whatever his sentence will be is more than we could see stinky farts Wouldn't it surprise you that a felon is in the white house? What’s more to sayWALZINGA MERICA QUE VIVE WALZ
This generation! Without deliberation, will vote out inflation. Our hearts beat as one, eyeballing him there on the podium. Amamos a Tim Walze, que vive Tim Walz! no rendirse nunca. Tim Walz has awakened, his voice has spoken and needs no token. America will not compromise, knowing that Tim is sure to rise. Calling out people, who cross the border, you are here no matter. Verse Two Voting for Tim and Kamala, one step closer to Mother and Father. Call another across-the-border vote Tim and Kamala vote no other Dispense with name-calling Donald! Here in America, we are all brothers. Foolishly a childish notion, take a recreation, quite that discrimination. How else can this mighty nation survive, we need not divide each other. Time Walz is here! Old Donald had his share, yes nothing here to compare.REDEMPTION STORY DONALD FURY
UNTOLD
“Infidelity, sixty million could not be wrong.” A business tycoon with power! And wealth is Donald Trump. His yellow hair and rugged looks were quite a catchy crunch. Potluck Donald! Looking upon all his prey, gathered in a bunch. And forward they came, one and all! Taste of all they please. This man, Donald J. Trump! never refuses his ding-a-ling-a-ling A part of life, and that's a fact, infusing, just a few could muster. But opportunists, to diminish! His closed- door sessions intrigue. Fair maidens pluck his feathers, and the peacock no longer refuses. Moreover, some gave their soul to dig for gold until the news was told. His lifestyle would not have revealed a mold if Donald had not sought more. Yet, the presidency he sought must be put on hold to uphold their shallow ego. Donald's story has no glory; what few could do, he did! Just like the El Matador. America remembers! Hugh Hefner Trump is not, although the similarities remain. Once more, his quest for power! Was as defiant as on the hour, all in vain! It's just the same. If he makes it, History will remain! And clad him as a saint, all hostility was just a game.
ABOUT MY POETRY ON ( In ) OR ON ( Pondrin ) ENJOY
Poetry is literature to be recited everywhere, Only the public share in this recruitment joy, Whether on the air, on Linkedin, or on Pondrin we all share, For it’s the pleasure of all Americans willing to hear, It’s a business that brings cheer no need to share a tear.KAMALA VS TRUMP
There was a mystical man named Donald Trump. The chap weaves straw into gold! As Rumpelstiltskin. He pipes a mystical tune, and people follow him. His brash behavior took him to the white house. Soon, you will find out that courtiers sing ambiguous phrases. Donald Faded charisma! They send him packing. Says the community, you are lacking continuity, Dick. Lately, working his way back, peddles a different melody. Half the citizens were reluctant, and the other half sold out. But he receives free publicity! When some try to deceive. Try making him a prince of thieves, would you believe? And Republicans corner, shout out Amen! Long may he live. Verse Two: There was a bombastic woman named Kamala Harris. Spend a tail! She came from the middle class. Kamala is asking for your vote! You people of the lower class. Harris is a gifted woman with no demons, soon to be a first-class woman. The timing is right! The hour is now; don’t you take no sass. America needs a new time, and she will do all that is asked. Or maybe fell flat on her back! Believing she was self-attack. Too many houses in just one house won't unite, and that’s a fact. They're written on the black blueprints of several office tracks. Is she ready? Or just steady! Making the crowd mellow, like Barack. The chance is hers! Are her grapes sweet or sour? Or just a mirage? Add your voices to the massive, and you now have one hell of a choice.AMERICA NAME THIS TUNE
He said she said to bring on the debate Oh Donald please don’t go, just abate The x prosecutor will eat your soul She has been around, you’re just too bold Being defiant will not hold. Clouded will be the issues that affect us. With you trying to bester her, what a jester She is young, strong, wisdom of Solomon You are old bold and not too bright. To stand a chance, you will have to dance Chick to chick, that’s taking a stand Americans will say! Poor Donald you're not too bright today. Should have given up this fight! Yesterday. Now you're hanging here high like a kite. What were you thinking Donald, this gal can bite The Bombastic Lady we all know it’s not poor old Joe Tonight is judgment night, Donald please don’t go Some will say you did your fight, with all your might. others will say should have known when to quit, the fight So now you are left alone out in the dew. Too late to say if I knew, arrogance has left you blue. And made a fool out of you. Yes who’s your daddy, poor Donald is now white and blue Upon the podium being played like a melodeon. America will say he tried to match, the Ranger with the silver tongue Poor Republicans, are now left playing their musical chairs with fong Goodnight, goodbye! Poor Donald dear you could have won.NO RESTITUTION
All the king's horses and all the celebrities! Could not put Kamala Harris together again. It's insane, so much pain and not much to gain! Tally the score, internal war conflict galore. They are ducking out the back door before the Walz ends! The dam is a blight, a washout congregate. So let it be written, what a reprobate! Tossing the democrat party back to the Stone Ages. Satisfaction is that they can never recover! What an endeavor, and candidates are gone forever. Hilarious retreat of profound defeat will live in infinity! Left on the floor, she ducked out of sight. I can't blame Kamala; her entourage did not know her! In her wake, a trail of hatred and an uproar followed. Loose cannon to this day, Hyina puppet show! What a wild charge she made, got repaid in spades. The people were dismayed, thinking they had been waylaid! What a downfall, taking down friends and all. This Nation is not blind, stupid, or incompetent! A deadbeat at our door, messages of pure insults. Shall we close the book on the VP? This fiasco need not be repeated forever with no restitution.ONE NATION UNDER TRUMP
revisited.
They wanted a new king to sit up on a puppet throne All they got was an old king that went on digging up bones Never mind they say we can control him and pull his strings His strings were all but broken the puppet man had awoken That rough attire which set the nation on fire was he not for hire The taste of freedom he had taken the rest is left unspoken IV The committee said to have no fear the bastard shall be broken Making fancy speech they sort to impeach that horrible bitch Saying follow our wish or your bones we will bleach I think not the puppet reply I like it here more than anywhere Some like it hot others like it cold but he would not fold as told And so the saga remains the puppet fame or are we to blame Hail to the King III He is running again clearly the man is insane is it just for fame Drunk with intolerance or ignorance who cares it’s the game Take a page from Crazy Donald A Duck in Pebble Land remain He could well be the leader of this wealthy land untamed uncheck This only happens when all is to be blamed trying hard to defame To some it's just a game left to others they will try in vain For Donald will win again trying to detain his morels has not changed And when it's all over the blame game begins Donald wins again
Get ready for the making of a poet Be
ready for tomorrow's market. You may
not know him now, but you will come to
know him in the future, he is no other
than Kenvil Atkins Lewis happy listening
to you all. His poems are quite unusual
and unique no duplication ever. I am the
poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis, also an author,
from my infancy into the twilight of my
years, this is a true extract of my sweet
home Canelles, I was just a mere tot, left
to the care of Grandmother the greatest
pleasure I have known was when I was
placed in the custody of my grand-
mother who lived at Canelles, from
Canelles to Micoud and the United
States. I call it as it is an Experience
Under Fire.
The will to carry on.
In the beginning, all seems unimportant
to me, but the call of remembrance
would just not let me be, my thoughts
always drift back to a time and place,
and then my heart years and aches for
things long gone pas, if my books and
poetry tell a story, it’s because there is
indeed a story behind every thought.
An extraordinary fellow is Kenvil Atkins.
Kenvil
Atkins
was
born
in
Micoud,
Saint
Lucia,
studied
at
Milwaukee
Area
Technical
College
(MATC)
in
Milwaukee
Wisconsin
United
States,
Ken
went
on
to
work
for
the
Food
&
Catering
Industry
as
a
chef
and
then
later
as
a
kitchen
manager,
he
attained
the
prestigious
po
-
sition
as
an
Executive
Chef,
at
this
junc
-
ture
he
decided
to
change
his
field
of
endeavor,
he
secures
a
job
as
a
periph
-
eral
tape
operator
at
M&I
Data
Services
he
quickly
excels
in
this
position
to
at
-
tain
the
position
of
Tape
Librarian,
after
accomplishing
a
two-year
course
with
the
company
he
was
promoted
and
took
on
the
job
as
a
computer
technician
with the company.
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Poetry Oasis is simply divine knowing that my poetry written words were inspired by Almighty Jehovah God himself, God is here just like he was with his chosen Israelite, Who is greater than Jehovah God, God is abundance he hears your cries, out of the rock in the desert gush out streams of water, an Oasis of fresh water for all to drink this was the mighty hands of Jehovah God at work, Poetry Oasis is also words given to me by the Lord almighty so I dare not take credit for the books that I have written thus far, No Sir, I dare not temp the Lord of Host who has guided me to this juncture of my reality I
