A brief life

                       

 

I live a short life

I live to see my folks die as well

Because i am a chicken that wonders

A time for December

I quiver with fear

I see humans

I run

I see a knife

I get terrified

Because i am roaster

Every morning i crow

I wake the humans

Despite that they demand my meat

It’s tasty, they say

I live to die but i am not Jesus Christ

What else can i do

Than to sing in comic depression 

Hello people,  just a tale i wrote today about our beloved chickens 😂. Who else will be eating chicken today? 

Happy Sunday. 

I have a facebook page that needs yooooo! 

Hey people, happy to write again. Thank you for your comments on my last poem i published, honestly i felt encouraged.  This post is to urge the entire public to kindly like and  follow my facebook page. My page there is really dry. I need more views and audience from everyone. 👉click here to view my Facebook page👈  thank you for reading.  

Looking forward to see your expression of love and encouragment on my works

He that shrinks 

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Boarding the time of death soon

Lightening the darkness at night

A quest i am at twilight 

As fire sparks my wick, my birth, my tune


People seated on a bench in Cameroon 

Standing upright and gazing in fright

My tears, my fears, all in one night 

Time for my soul to quench, how soon


I am he that will shrink

My tears, my integrity, no gain

Which i stand on


“Where is he” at sunrise, they may think

Never to be tall again

My life span, gone!

Black

I am no hue

I am neutral

I am beautiful to human skin

They say


Coal, zebras, penguins, pandas

They all possess me


Who else possesses my charisma

You, ending with a letter E

My nemesis


How vulnerable i am to you

Because of your vibrancy

You’re seen as an upper crust and i, a weenie

Resuscitating my pen on the white sheet?😱😱

Hey everyone, been a while…. I know i know 😞, been busy with some other projects I’m working on that’s why “kenslitepen” have seldom shown on your news feed, but i think from now I might write few poems that I’ll surely publish here. My love for poetry was rekindled when a lecturer of mine told me how he checks my blog and read my poems…..wow! I was so thrilled😳, some persons also ask me when I would write next, didn’t know people read about me that much lol😁😀😊 wooooow!. So in order to be better than i was because i really have a “big eye” for poetry I’ll keep writing, and writing, and writing, Have a nice day👍👋

I still exist on here 😏

Hey everyone, how are y’all doing? Trust you’re doing fine, “it has been a while ken’s being online here” some may say but for the records I’m always online here, it’s just that I get so occupied with school activities. As an aspiring economist, i learnt to use my time productively so publishing new poems will of course be seldom, though I write sometimes at my leisure hours but if anyone has a poetry contract for me I’ll be interested you know😏😁😀. As i said earlier on, i am always online, i could be lurking and scrolling throughout but I’ll always reply to any comment or text, tata for now👋 

I AM NOT A GHOST ON WORDPRESS 😂

Foot mat



With blistering steps of human stamps
with a rambling walk into a room
I stand as an inevitable prerequisite

Instead of pats of love
Rather, pats of dust
I was made for this i know
But not with stamps of shoes but human feet

Within months i will wear out
With a solemn welcome i offer to you before you go in
Will you ever say a goodbye to me before you go out

For hiding the truths with tiring lies
I am on my own to frazzle
Through out my life span, the door post Is where i call home 

Sunday Round Up #17

Wow! so thrilled on the recognition 🙋🙌

Laidig's Broadway

When was the last time you looked through the sites you follow?

Feel free to join in and link back to this post! Maybe I’ll discover some new blogs along the way… Otherwise, stick around, you might find something new!

Okoto Enigma

Poetry, life, thoughts, quotes – whatever’s on her mind guarantees an audience, and watching how her quickly her blog has grown, it’s easy to see why!

Recent post: HIGH ON LOVING YOU

Creative Writing of a Baltimorean

Another blog I’ve watched expand at a steady pace (and deservedly so), posting predominately original poetry, with the occasional thought-piece on living with Asperger’s.

Recent post: Six Minutes and Forty Two Seconds

Kens Lite Pen

And give it up for the third round of poetry-filled blogs! Ken’s passion for writing is brazenly clear, often tapping into deeply personal and emotive topics.

Recent post: I want out

Fox on an Island

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I want out

I was quickly attached  to you,

Not knowing who you really are,

You have to leave,

That is not the end of me,

Just the end of your part in my life.


I was willing to do anything to keep you, But time proved that i was wrong for holding on.


You maltreated me,

You treated me ordinarily,

I treated you extraordinarily,

That is why i want out,

That is why i call it off,

That is why i have to cut you out.