Poet's Platform Column | 7 June 07
by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio
I’m Still Kicking
I’m still kicking but I have flaws,
According to Nature and God’s laws
I’m breathing air from borrowed time
and I’m no longer in my prime.
I do not say this for applause.Yes, I have mastered Gees and Haws
and there is strength yet in my jaws.
Though I am hardly worth a dime,
I’m still kicking.Just place a pen within my paws
and I shall voice a phrase or clause
at any hour. In any clime
I still like to write a rhyme.
I ramble on like this because
I’m still kicking.Paul Salyers
Olive Hill, KY
From “I’m Still Kicking”
At Campus Ministry, Second St
May, 1996How faintly the sitting sun
Shines on this placid room
Where memories linger in every corner
Where the smell of coffee drifts from the kitchen
And merry poets wait to read
their latest masterpiece.
Where shelves of college textbooks whisper
“Come, read me,” seems to cry for attention
from chemistry, physics and psychology.A burst of joy is on every face as our teacher,
Professor Bob Wilson walks in and gives us
another challenge in listening and writing.The one I remember best…dripping sounds of
water in a tin basin. Imagination runs wild as
we think of something else than dripping water.Or we would go out side to hug a tree or pick a
Lowly dandelion, then describe it.
What happy, happy evenings where we learned
The bonding of friendships.Edna Keffer
Portsmouth
From “Poems and other writings”
Salvation
Little poems that I write,
Could give poets quite a fright,
But I write just how I feel,
Tell of things I should reveal.
Try to make one see the light,
Of their everlasting plight.
When man’s work on earth is done.
To rise again and meet the sun.Rosemary E. Kalb
Portsmouth
From “Sand Castles”
Just For You
When it’s time to go to bed,
I rest my weary graying head.
Turn off the faucets of my mind,
Tomorrow’s drippings I will find.
Swish the words around a time,
And write a poem, that will do,
Just for You.Rosemary E. Kalb
Portsmouth
From “Sand Castles”
