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

to be a father

within a decade, my twenties,
I became a father three times
scared,
oh yeah,
no training manual to prepare me
looking back at those pictures
of myself,
I looked and felt
so young then
man,
what an honor
and yet
a truly incredible responsibility
how did I do it all
I really,
really don’t know
I just got up and did it each day
as I knew how   ~
~    somehow,
somewhere,
I found the strength
deep down inside me
I only had the example
of my father,
some things he did
I swore,
not to do
and boy oh boy
did I make mistakes
later to tell my father I now knew
and respected him more
for what he did
you do the best you can,
making decisions
that others won’t like
your family counts on you
while taking for granted
the security you give them   ~
~    well you ask me
to be a good father
I can only shrug my shoulders
where, where do I begin
if you are already on the journey
I can only sympathize with you
not judge you
and if you are not a father yet,
you’ll fret
and worry
while finding a way, somehow
for being a father
is truly an experience worth living
lasting in its value
a whole lifetime
so from one father to another
the wisest thing I can tell you is,
how proud I am
to truly be among our kind

“The most humbling honor I’ve had in life, is to be a father; whether I’m a good one or not is for my children to decide; and yet, I’m forever grateful for this opportunity bestowed as a blessing by the creator of life, ‘cause I’m giving fatherhood all that my heart and soul can give.”

peace out

Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

the dream of dreams

hopefully the day
brought you some joy
especially,
after you did
something you liked
bringing on the night
where you slept
just like a baby
and also had
the dream
of dreams   ~
~   if not,
well ,
if we think about it
every day
can’t be perfect
‘cause
how would you know
the difference
between a good day
and a bad one   ~
~    tell me
what’s so wrong
with living,
each and every day
to the fullest
with the expectation
of having this wanting
that you may sleep
peacefully through
the night
while you
blissfully dream
for another day
at least for one more
regardless
of
the outcome   ~
~    so maybe,
you’ll
yes maybe,
you’ll better appreciate
the living of your life
a whole,
whole lot more

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

spun as a story poem

~    I come from a line of men
made from steel,
by placing girders
seemingly,
as if up literally   ~
in the land of the clouds
earning them the nickname,
“cowboys of the skies”
better known as
~    iron-workers
who as a gang of brothers
“The Hamilton’s”
with many relatives
helped to construct
and connect through iron
the city of Detroit
like the Fisher building
and GM building
now Cadillac Place
and too   ~
the Ford River Rouge plant
in Dearborn
then on to ~
the bridge of Zilwaukee
and way,
way up to   ~
“The Mighty Mac”
leaving a legacy as a family
not unlike other families
that partook in erecting
the main structures
of the Great Lakes state
called Michigan   ~

~    these were Scottish boys
built stout with the genes
of ancestors,
similar to Daniel Boone
and Davy Crocket
who had migrated in 1729
from the lowlands of Scotland
which inherently gave them
strength
and courage
along with the ability
to be
mentally,
strong willed
that would be   ~
tested,
again and again
while being
bodily cast in the fires
of sweat and intense labor
making them feel as if
a hard week’s work ended
with a meal of steak
and potatoes
as the mark of success
in America
for a job well done   ~

~    loyalty and trust
was their code of honor
with family and workmates
as well as never taking
what was not yours
too   ~
without hesitation
lend a kind hand
to your neighbor in need
but never,
never
infringe upon
another’s freedom
as was expected
in return from others   ~
such character traits
no matter by some
thought to be good or bad
is what flows
within my veins
and what adds flavor
to my words   ~
for these were not only
men having ideals
built with brawn
they were thinkers,
molded around
the Scot-Irish,
Presbyterian ideology
brought by their father
as a boy to Michigan
from Pennsylvania
~    wherein believing
wholeheartedly
in the intelligent process
of learning   ~
as to the common man
even if considered,
the everyday kind of sort
“the people,”
should be firmly educated
in the current thoughts
of the day   ~

~    nor neither
were they
all work and no play
for instance,
my grandpa could strum
a tune by ear of course
on any instrument
having strings
especially, the fiddle
along with the harmonica
in a neck brace
together,
at the same time
only to break
their harmony
to amuse   ~
by doing a solo
with the mouth organ
or “Moothie “
using only his nose
all done intentionally
to entice his listeners
into singing the song,
“Old Shep,”
after he started
to mouth the words,
“When I was a lad
and old Shep was a pup”
~    just for the fun it
as he played his fiddle
similar to the past tradition
of his brethren
whose type of music
overflowed
the mountain-tops
along the Appalachia
of which became
as some say,
the forerunner of
yes of today’s,
Country Music   ~
~    and yet   ~
as a young boy
growing up, under
this kind of influence
by men, such as these
my favorite times
the most fun   ~
spent with them
was when they,
were spinning a tale
telling a story,
as a Scotsman could
regardless,
if whether
grim or cheerful
always,
always   ~
ever so slightly,
it was embellished
just enough   ~
designed purposely to peek
the curiosity of the listener
so to be strung
along
the weave
like
that of
a spider’s web
being suspended
in time for awhile
until
the teller
of the tale
freed you
from his verbal grasp
at the climax of that story
brought to its end
of which in its aftermath
coming back to your senses
you then fully realized,
how it was all
masterfully orchestrated   ~

~    it was during these moments
where I learned to spin a tale
then to mold a story into words
weaved together like these   ~
words I tell with a little bullshit
~   spun as a story poem   ~

peace out

Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I’m not for tea or coffee

I’m for   ~
you and me
“the people”
having this right
called choice
and then
given the time
that’s needed
after having a choice
to learn
by
experiencing
this act
of
expressed
individuality
to the fullest
~    ’cause,
if,
I’ve got faith
in anything
its
in
the benefit
within
the growth
and development
of
we  ~
“the people”
~    even if,
this everyday
sort of person
you and me,
as an individual
~    to some,
those of a party
those groups
basking in popularity
~    to them
you and me
may seem
to be
progressing
intelligently,
learning by way of
the lessons learned
through our choices
rather to slowly
for majority liking   ~
I’m not for   ~
some party
as an analogy
named after a drink
brewed to stimulate
a soul’s palette
only to flavor
a person’s thoughts
into thinking
that the way of
a group or party
supposedly serving
we   ~
“the people,”
by supporting
our best interests
as a person
~    somehow,
someway
by being
only based upon
offering forth to us
through the cries
of critical mass
protesting
that they
this party or group
marches for
the ideals of liberty
for which
freedom of
~    choice gives
and yet,
in reality
they only incite
the fervor of a mob
to impose
social pressure
upon,
you and me
that individual
to be followers
regardless
~    without even
being able
to offer up
an agenda
a plan
having a purpose
showing the way
with future choices
that
works for
the betterment of
you and me
our families,
our children
other than
giving us
~    a choice
that asks us,
“tea or coffee”   ~
I’m for   ~
we   ~
“the people”
as individuals
together
whether some
party, group
or not
asking our servant
the appointed
protector
our government
to create a more
~    freely accessible
and affordable
living
environment
wherein,
one that makes
more
readily
available
and reliable
through
technology
and knowledge
all those
resources like
~ energy having
a dependable
source within
the stability of
nuclear power
and then supported
by other
supplemental
means,
~    information
and channels of
education being
easily had by all
over the internet
assuring that
“the people”
always have
a free voice,
~    public
transportation
which allows
more
of us
to be more
productive,
contributory
and on time
by being able
to efficiently get
here and there
~    and yes,
a health care
system   ~
that affords
everyone
the opportunity
for proper care
therein to sustain
a more
self-sufficient
healthier
well-being and
overall outlook
about living life   ~
I’m not for   ~
just a choice
between
tea or coffee
but
~    I’m for
the choices
the aforesaid
freely accessible
and affordable
living
environment
as an agenda
filled with a purpose
will bring to
we   ~
“the people”
as individuals
working together
~    for within
the pursuance
of its ideal
during the struggle
to learn from
the choices
its process reveals
~    a process that will
help to prevent
the onset of chaos
among “the people”
that could worsen
matters beyond
the point of no return
during the challenges
thrust upon us
in the years to come
on our home
called earth   ~
~    `cause,
we   ~
“the people”
as individuals
together
through the process
of a
freely accessible
and affordable
living
environment
will be afforded
more time
and opportunity
to use
our
clever
industriousness
spawned through
our creativity
and novel
inventiveness
to come up with
new and
advanced
technologies
that can be
implemented
in conjunction
with primary
and alternative
types of
contingency
planning
that will be
yes, should be
flexible
preparatory,
preventative
and transitional
enough
in design
~    so to
increase
the chance
of survival for
you and me,
our families,
our children
as we   ~
“the people”
as individuals
who’ve progressed
intelligently
by way of
the lessons learned
through the
freedom given
within a
freely
accessible
and affordable
living
environment
shall hopefully
benefit all
within the right
of having
our choices
~    not just
due to
a choice like
tea or coffee
well then,
I’m for   ~
so,
so
much
more,
well,
aren’t you   ~

“As an everyday person, I prefer to keep on walkin’ within the humdrum of life, while keeping my freedom of choice as an individual; rather than stoop below my ideal of liberty and prostitute myself before the tyranny of mob mentality.”

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

poetic artiste

mold your words
according to   ~   them
shape your style
until soothing to   ~   all

~    obey the censor
~    listen to the critic
~    worship the masters
~    please the crowd
~    appease tradition

why not   ~
coagulate
your words
as
blather
burbling
of irrelevance
spoken in tongues
undistinguishable
and meaningless
as the cry
of the
lone wolf
obscured
by the
howling pack

fuck no   ~
~    no way

~    I,
me
that poetic artiste
will not surrender
my soul
embodying
the spirit
of my novelty
bestowed
upon my words
for the short-lived
perversions
laced within
the devil’s brew
condemning me
forever
to the fire
of mediocrity

~    I write,
my words
of thought
expressed
through,
my style
of words
only so,
others
may discern
my words

as being,
~    unique
and distinctive
as the cry
of a
newborn baby
from within
the buzz
of the throng

peace out

Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~