Beautiful, Versatile Collection Of Verse.., September 9, 2014
By John Thomas… “New England…USA”
This review is from: The Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems (Paperback)
I recently received this book of poetry from the author in exchange for a fair review. In all honesty I have to say that I have enjoyed this man’s work, and this collection very much. In fact it’s been one of the most enjoayble expereinces with a book of poetry I have encountered in quite some time. Admittedly, I am not a fan at all of modern poetry that tends to be very dark, and, doesn’t rhyme or conclude as classic poetry does. As a poet and editor myself, I have loved and composed my own poetry since boyhood and I am quite set in my ways. This collection is the perfect cross over in my opinion as to the modern touch, while still keeping the classic style alive and thriving. Author Gordon Kuhn augments his subject matter with great depth as to reciting a real story, as well as delving into much heartfelt emotion. Emotion that gather the reins of both matters of the heart, as well as being poignant and reminiscent. In many ways Kuhn’s excellent style reminds me of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Both in its structure, and in its imagery. And I am also very impressed with Kuhn’s versatility of subjects. There is such a wide range of subject matter put to verse here its almost as if the author writes opposite of so many others. That is, instead of thinking about something and writing it down, he instead just writes what he is thinking. The end result being a very versatile style of wonderful poems that I feel will delight many, and be well worth your time. I enjoyed this book very much and feel you will be both entertained and inspired by it as well… Highly recommended… : )
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A review of my book: The Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems.
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Poets, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on September 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Stuart Barnes
Posted in Fantasy, Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on August 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Well, I came across an interesting site that contains links to other interesting sites and I highly recommend this site to all of you who are seeking such sites. Dear me, is that a run on sentence? Anyway, it is a Twitter Site: https://twitter.com/StuartABarnes?refsrc=email
You will also find there a link to another site that has caught my interest: https://twitter.com/TinctureJournal?refsrc=email
If you are a writer, a reader, or alive then I suggest you visit the Tincture Journal. If dead or barely alive I suggest you also go there as you might find some therapy waiting in the words that will drag your butt up out of the doldrums and infuse you with the energy to go and write a block buster of a novel or, at least, a reply to my note here.
There was another one there but I have let it slip away. I’ll have to get it back and send it out later on.
MRS. HIGGINS’ NUISANCE CAT
Posted in Fantasy, Poetry, Poets, Writers, Writing, tagged Fantasy, Poems, poetry, Uncategorized, Writers on June 10, 2012| 1 Comment »
MRS. HIGGENS’ NUISANCE CAT
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Poet In The Rain Productions
T’was Mrs. Higgins’ cat we all soon came to fear,
as the damn cat in hunger boldly grew closely very near
to anyone wandering loose about outside without a stick
to whack that furry devil beast with a good two handed flick.
Instead we pretended to not notice it upon each other happily chewing
while seated chatting with cookies as a pot of tea was brewing.
Someone said, finally and unashamedly, bring in the hound!
And so we trotted off to the local humane animal holding pound
to fetch back Rollie Rottenstien, a Rotweiler of some repute
whose winning streak in battles or puppies born no one would ever dispute
to face off old dead Mrs. Higgens’ cat, the terror of the day,
for the grand old puss was determined that she would not go but stay;
and the damn cat with glaring, daring eyes took daily total command
of all yards, drives, lakes, every acre and inch of all the land;
while we the neighbors of quite dead Mrs. Higgins were caught up in a fear,
afraid we’d likely lose a piece of flesh to the one who had been so dear
to the old lady now laying six feet down within her grave.
Too bad we hadn’t thought how many ankles might we could save
should we had stuffed old Mrs. Higgins’ cat in with her in her lonely grave.
I’m not saying I was at all a mean and evil man
but damn we surely could have come up with a prior plan.
Yet Rollie Rottenstein we thought might well prove to be the savior of the day
and should that be the case I was sure he’d gain favor and be able to forever freely stay.
Add perhaps a snip or two would make him easier in his future play,
but not before he met up with Mrs. Higgins cat that very summer’s day.
Sure t’was a grand sight we seen with that dog standing in the street,
Standin’ straddle in the middle just waiting for the meet.
And when he saw Mrs. Higgins’ cat a grin spread across his firmly set chin
for he was hungry, you see, and his ribs were showing through the thin.
Well that dog planted his feet solid upon the earth, he did,
And we sensed a can of hell was about to lose its bulging lid.
Then came from Rollie a mighty growl deep from within
that brought goose bumps to all our sweaty nervous exposed skin
as the distance sudden lessened between the two
from walking to a trot as old Rollie simply flew,
for there waiting before him stood a potential tasty chew;
and no one or thing before had ever slowed or stopped our Rollie,
and no one present called our life’s mission a wasted follie.
The dog, he set off in a trot for what he was sure would be a tasty treat;
and we waited most anxiously for the pair to up and meet.
Oh, how I recall that day when the world sudden shook
for Mrs. Higgins’ cat had read the dog as though he were a book.
The pair disappeared into a cloud of dust that filled the surrounding air
making it impossible to call the fight as we could not make out the struggling pair.
A minute passed and then five were gone and still the struggle went on and on
the afternoon passed into evening and then night turned into dawn
Until all hisses, growls and barks had settled
For this pair were of certain like kind and not at all un-mettled.
Then with weary expectant eyes to the clouded scene we were then drawn
as the sun its rays crept in as night was turned slowly into dawn;
and as the dust settled so that we could begin to see
what it was that the day held and the pair had come to be.
Then t’was a sudden shock that ran through the waiting crowd
a gasp surprised went up that was most terrible sad and loud;
for Mrs. Higgens’ cat came strolling slowly into view
and looking around at all who waited let out a gentle mew
while standing firm upon that dusty dirty roadway deck
with Rollie Rottenstein standing just behind with a leash about his neck. 6.10.2012
RIVERS AND CANYONS
Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Writers, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Fear, Poems, poetry, Writers, Writing on February 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
RIVERS AND CANYONS
Copyright Feb. 14, 2012
Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain Productions
All rights reserved.
I don’t know which way to go
When the river starts to flow,
As canyon walls begin to rise,
And I hear my neighbor’s painful cry.
A bottle full of forgetfulness might be a needed share,
It’s temporary pain relief with all its contents on a dare,
While memories and ghosts slip slowly past,
Sharing moments that haunt and forever last
I just don’t know which way to go
When that river starts to flow
As a whirlpool surfaces and draws me ever near
It’s the sadness waiting there that I fear
I crossed this river yesterday, when it was dusty dry,
Laying beneath an open, peaceful, friendly sky;
But now the river has begun to grow,
And emptiness I begin to know.
There is no place left for me to go.
As the water starts to spread in its growing flow.
The canyon walls begin to rise
And clamber for the open sky
I don’t know which way to go
As the river begins to flow
I crossed the path when I thought it safe
Now shadows about me form to drape.
The canyon walls look as brown glass might
When lying next to that which is empty in my sight
And I hear my neighbor’s lonely cry
And I feel so thirsty with a throat most dry
I crossed the river when I thought it safe
But learned the river has no escape
There is no place left for me to go
The water knows and so grows the flow.
And I hear my neighbor’s lonely cry.
The Wino and Me.
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Poets, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on February 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »
THE WINO AND ME
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
All rights reserved. You touch I breaka you face.
1/24/12
Sittin’ in the sun
Looking for a spot of fun
Watchin’ young things wander by
No energy to even try
To strike up a conversation
And not into meditation
When up sat down a hairy faced dude
Lanky and looked as thin as a neon tube
And he said, “How’d you?”
“How’d you?”
“Mmm hmm, how’d do you do?”
He wobbled a bit.
“Mind if I sit?”
The Tree Across the Street.
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Poets, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on February 2, 2012| 2 Comments »
THE TREE ACROSS THE STREET
Copyright 2012 Gordon L Kuhn All Rights Reserved
February 2, 2012
There’s a tree across the street.
It’s a proud tree!
A standin’ tall tree.
Tall and wide, nothin’, it ain’t got nothin’ shameful to hide.
Limbs spread out before the world, reachin’ for the sky
Leaves bright green. Been greener lately than I ever before had seen.
Roots spread out growing deep in the gritty, rocky soil
Where its toes are tickled by the sand,
As they push their way deeper in the land
Searchin’ for the water lines
To surround and tap a few.
It’s clearly in my view.
This tree is a special tree
And I see it every day.
I stop and stare and marvel at it standing there,
It’s filled with oak tree pride
For seven years, no maybe eight
It’s stood there, across the street
It ain’t bothered nobody.
It’s waving leaves greets me in the mornin’,
And if I wake at night from my snorin’
And go outside, it’s there.
It’s a comfort.
Well, tree trimmers by the owner were called
Who has a grievance ‘bout that ol’ tree what done no wrong to him.
And I do believe they committed a sin
Against that poor ol’ oak tree
For it once was filled with branches and leaves most thick
But as I went outside yesterday
To say hello to my leafy friend
I fell back in startled shock
For that tree,
That glorious old oak tree,
Was liken to a marshmallow stuck upon a stick.
RABBIT IN A BOX
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Poets, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on February 2, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Rabbit in a Box is 107 pages of poetry which can be found on Kindle Direct for 99 cents. It is my second book of poetry which can also be found on Amazon. If you don’t own a Kindle you can download a computer version at Amazon for use on your computer and have the same benefits as you would with a separate kindle to carry with you. Rabbit in a Box is worth more than 99 cents but I’ve placed it on Kindle Direct simply because I want to share my poetry and then I”m going to publish in soft back. Search Amazon for Gordon L Kuhn and you will find my books.
A new Ebook on poetry!
Posted in Fantasy, Love, Poems, Poetry, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Fear, Love, Poems, poetry on August 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems
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My book, Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems is now on Kindle. All the work needed to get it there was finished this morning and the book was uploaded to Kindle. The cost to download into your Kindle is only 99 cents. Go! Buy! Enjoy!
Best to all, Gordon Kuhn
Book is on Kindle
Posted in Poetry, Writers, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on August 9, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Fast note. My book: The Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems is now on Kindle for 99 cents.
Poet in the Rain 