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About
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry
There ought to be more music in our lives There ought to be a swing in our stride There ought to be a smile upon our faces And days filled with joy and with grace. There ought to be laughter There might be some tears We wish for ever after Or nights without fear. …
Song Made of Glass
I am talking to myself again You are on my mind I remember you told me to wait The heart will its desire attain Its due in due time Why, then, this price I pay instead? You sing me a song made of glass You offer joy that does not last You were …
Hang Ups
What if we gave up our hang-ups? What if we stop feeling Like life has set us up? What if we hung up All our guilt and shame All the fears that make us tame What if we told all these things To shut the fuck up? What if — we gave up — all …
These Small Hours
These small hours When it’s not yet morning And it’s no longer night I wake up before the alarm goes And sleep still heavy on my eyes I turn left and there you are Still gently snoring Still quietly breathing Your soft, lovely face And this moment of simple grace I give thanks for us …
Birthday Wish
I have only one birthday wish Today as I turn thirty-three The same as last year’s, this one wish And next year’s and the next, you see Not that it hasn’t been granted It has, and it’s all I wanted Come what may, it will still be true: All I ever wanted was you.
First Date
You’d be the one to know, to say Whether it was night or it was day When we first met, our first date Before the stars aligned the stakes The Paul + Smith kissing each cuff Of your sleeves, a sign from above Your lips keep moving, your careful speech You are as nervous as …
