Author: ~Keith Alan Hamilton~ (~KAH~)

a facade that colors ~ an affirmation

born to color
not a choice
why
focus
on
a
facade   ~
that colors
the true
beauty
of
humanity

lift
the veil
of color
to reveal
the
human

the body
the spirit
the soul
as one

the total
human being

how much more
colorful
then
the beauty
of humanity
could become

this is an affirmation

do you only see
the color
of my face ….
or
do you see something
far more

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

This poem is a part of the January edition that’s a collaboration by the 2015 Poetry Posse  – The Year of the Poet published by Inner Child Press.  Buy your monthly copy Here: http://www.innerchildpress.com/the-year-of-the-poet.php

humans have a way

humans have a way about them
despite what the naysayers say
in spite of the doomsayer’s claim

humankind has learned to cope
deal with it, live with it and then
live on through the circumstance

humanity will realize it’s the time
it’s now really time to get it done
join as one, overcome and go on

humans have a way about them
a way to get going when needed
and this way to adapt to survive

“As a human, I turn a deaf ear to the naysayer, that doomsayer and the finger pointer casting blame in condemnation of past deeds solely to fill humanity with guilt and shame; overall in my opinion, humans are doing the best they can, learning as they stumble along in life by way of past actions and deeds; maybe not to the liking of some, who seemingly bellow their dismay as judge to intellectually or sanctimoniously elevate themselves above the ignorant and defiled peoples; as far as I see it as a common everyday person, humanity should not have to feel guilt, feel as evil for coming to be, wanting and trying to survive with the essential purpose to live and then learning no matter how long it takes to live on.”

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

preordained metaphorically

the eagle came to me
at Lake Winnipesaukee
although
far from the sea
like the eagles did
and still do
in the salt water inlets
of Cape Breton
perceived at that time
through the romance
of my Scot-Irish
recollections
that embody
wind filled hills
along a rocky
and gravel
kind of sand
coastline
very similar
to the homeland
easterly
the indigenously
referred to …..
by the idiomatic
across the pond   ~
the beauty of the eagle’s flight
at this particular
moment
as reflected
in the shimmering
cool waters
so familiar   ~   throughout
Thanksgiving week
in northern New Hampshire
a fish suddenly falls prey
to the forceful grip of talons
pale yellow
void of innocence
without hardly
a splash ……
…..    death
arrives confidently
and then this
seemingly
fated victim
is lifted rudely
silent of proper prayer
yet eerily
with gracefulness
up into the air
where aptly
whisked away
to a horizon
obscured
as if preordained
metaphorically
by a misty
shrouded sky

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

a woman ~ among men

I hear some men say,
about the looks of a women
and what initially
attracts them
to the shapely silhouette
of the female figure
they are a leg man
from a lure to slenderness
complimented by length
or a bottom man
mesmerized within the curve
eclipsing those hips
and some men say,
they are a breast man
overwhelmed
by mere presence
revealing an abundance
me,
well
when it comes to a woman’s
outward appearance,
the aforementioned is great
however,
for me
what initially attracts me
is
I’m more of
an eyes
and mouth
adorned with lips
type of man
mainly,
from a stimulating
kind of way
‘cause of what
the eyes and the mouth
of a woman
signify to me,
intellectually   ~
~    the eyes: those windows
looking into the soul
you know, Betty Davis eyes,
that draw you in every time
out of sheer curiosity
to willingly transcend
into that subtle vortex
revealing a woman’s
inner beauty,
mystery and intrigue
layered with emotion
to be desirously explored
~    the mouth: the passageway
for the mind and soul
of the woman
coming forth
as expressed through words
of which by choice
can be intelligently spoken
filled at times
with vigor and vim
individualized into
an opinionated ideology
being spiced for flavor
with feelings
saturated in femininity
reminding you of the spirit,
grace and beauty
embodying a woman
like Katharine Hepburn
~ ~
~    yes, I desire
an intelligent
and independent woman
with a mind filled with
thoughts and opinions
uniquely her own
having the same rights
and freedoms as me
while yet,
is fully confident
about being
a woman   ~   among men

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

expressing intelligence

far off   ~   way
way in the distance
I first saw her
a classic beauty,
according to my eyes
her shapely figure
projected an aura
glowing with confidence
and yet   ~
it was her words
expressing intelligence
forthwith,
she captivated
not only my mind
but forevermore
became the possessor
of the key
opening the way
of which leads
to the heart   ~   within
the depth of my soul

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

a friend ~ a woman

we were young
~    so very young
well   ~   I guess
as it seems so now
when I first
as this shy   ~
but strong-willed boy
later to be called stubborn
by many women
I’ve known
~    saw her
from behind
my self-perceived
ugly glasses
as this girl
behind her glasses
possessing a special
kind of fortitude
way   ~   way
beyond her peers
~    and yet
as not
fully realized
back then
that she
and me
~    despite being
bodily not the same
she   ~   as a female
me   ~   as a male
had this kindred spirit
of mind and emotion
motivated by   ~
similar desires
envisioned a future
well-known
to the restless sort
wanting much   ~
much more
than growing up to live
an everyday life
akin to the culture
within some
small country town
~ ~
somehow
as though   ~
predetermined
by the judgment
upon the strings
of the fates
while growing up
~    she and I
never got to know
each other   ~   that well
and when our time came
as adults   ~
to explore the world
our wandering nature
not unlike the adventurer
striking out
upon a greatly
anticipated expedition
we both departed
choosing   ~   to walk
on different roads
~ ~
and then one day
as if planned out
by the gods
or at least Zeus
the “Father
of Gods and men”
unbeknownst to me
the mortal kind   ~
she   ~   now this woman
me   ~   now this man
both the sojourners
within a reality
called life
have finally
stepped upon
the same road
even if   ~
not always
in the same place
~   doing so
after having amassed
within our travels
extremely   ~
complex lives
but this time
not again like
when we were young
regardless of the odds
~    and whatever
my present or past
experience
with the many types
of women
that have come   ~
gone
or stayed in my life
I do promise
somehow   ~   someway
at least
as far as me
with her
I’ll do my best
to keep it this kind
of relationship

as a man   ~
being a friend
~    with a woman

I do pray
I do hope

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

friendship like ours

I do   ~   do want
to have friends
and yet   ~
I also want
the friend   ~   that one
who is my friend
of friends
my kindred spirit
~    conversation
with this friend
is not merely
talk   ~   talk
we partake
of each other
through heartfelt
dialogue   ~
sharing our hopes
and dreams
~    even our fears
and problems
our deepest
dark secrets
without judgment
~    supportive
being there
at any time   ~
or at any place
for the other
and when
all seems bleak
becoming
that lifeline
tossed urgently
into turbulent waters
bearing the blessing
of saving grace
and eternal strength
made to be possible
by us both
keeping
the faith
~    in a friendship
like ours   ~

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~