Year: 2017

Independent Thoughts

Independent Thoughts

Isolation had haunted his mind.

Restless with no insight,

That his creative heart was still,

Thumping charms of immeasurable fright.

 

Grief could not interpret,

The hymnals of anger.

Uninterrupted words,

Entwined in a sour rancor.

 

Rendering worthless waiting,

This was the end…

 

…the end this was,

Worthlessly waiting to rend.

 

Soured rancor was entwining,

His words uninterpreted.

Angrily sang hymnals,

Grief had interrupted.

 

Fright had measured charming thumps,

Still in his hearts. Creation,

In sight, was not rested,

For minds had haunted his isolation.

–Kevin J Flors

     Thanks for reading. I’ve thought about using this reversal technique in my poetry for a while. I just couldn’t think about a topic to cover until now. I do not plan on doing this for all my poetry, but it is a change to a normal structure that I hope is welcome. The main issue I have with this poem is the cryptic nature of it. Cryptic writing has never been a strength of mine, so if you dislike it, please keep in mind that I am trying my best to develop all my skills. With that being said, I do think this is a great poem that dives into the issues and emotions of the human mind and how it  determines our behaviors when being independent and how it can later affect the issues of socialization.

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Grief

Grief

The moonlight was dull,

Cold in candescence.

His old home,

It too birthing pestilence.

 

Bound by memories,

Of a phantom time,

Old and ruined,

Like ashy graves of grime.

 

He sheltered his body,

Sheltered his mind,

Until one day,

He’d chose to unbind.

 

Opening the door,

Peek and gauge,

Careful surgeon,

Under rib—.

 

Slammed door,

Retreating back inside,

Now rejoicing by his relief,

And clarity being revived.

 

Countless moons had passed,

Staring with what was left of his crusted eyes,

At a vase given to him,

By a woman who spoke in sympathetic lies.

 

Angels told him to forgive,

Devils told him to forfeit,

Confused agony and sorrow,

He decided to remain in conflict.

 

The Earth continued to orbit,

The walls continued to crack,

The voice of his mother,

Demanding that he go back.

 

After much thought,

The man stood decrepit,

But nevertheless tall,

And walked without spit.

 

Door had grew larger,

Towering portal,

Turned key,

No mor—.

 

Sun shone,

With warm candescence,

A new home,

With no more pestilence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

 

Thanks for reading. Song.

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Field of Tulips

Field of Tulips

—Originally written March 23, 2015 —

Field of tulips,

Sway in wild gusts,

Like a cobra,

Entranced by those it once trusts.


Girls and boys barefoot in the fields,

Dancing in the red seas,

With all the young birds,

And their wobbling chickadees.


However the bright reds turn into dull greens,

The soft leaves turn into sharp blades,

And the wild birds,

Turn into debris for the maids.


The field of weeds,

Callused the feet of those crying,

And the remains of their former friends,

Shadow the memories of their dancing.


As vultures wash their beaks,

Men and women run to their young,

Comforting the children,

Like a rib cage protects the lungs.


The children leave the field,

Filled with pins of blood,

And dead tulips,

That grew too fast in the cold mud.

-Kevin Joseph Flors


Thanks for reading. To reiterate, I had originally written this poem on March 23, 2015. I love this poem and I am pretty proud of my progression. Before about a year ago, I never really focused on the flow of a poem, but now I keep that in mind and I think it makes my recent works a bit more elevated.


Planning on posting more frequently. Hopefully biweekly. Planning on book review and basketball post in a bit. Song.

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Despairing Silence

Despairing Silence

Silent, the armadillos sit,

Staring at a seductive darkness.

A stabbing sky shelters stars,

Which sharpen signs of sickness.

 

Empty, the armadillos hunt.

An agile insect darts,

But persistence cannot evade,

Desperate, broken hearts.

 

Tired, the armadillos sleep.

The beasts belittle and scoff,

At their inability to do,

What restless minds stave off.

 

Still empty armadillos die,

Not from lacking substance,

But from themselves,

And their despairing silence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

Thanks for reading. Song

 

 

 

Why Don’t NFL Teams do This?

Almost every team in the league, successful or not, has one quarterback that they rely on for almost every play on offense. But, why? Why can’t their be certain specialized quarterbacks in the same way that a running back can specialize in speed or strength? Why can’t teams have one quarterback that can only bomb the ball down the field and another that can only accurately throw short or intermediary passes? The answers to all of these questions have yet to surface in my mind.

Now I am obviously not saying greats like Brady or Rodgers should be specialists, but players like Gabbert and Kaepernick or Hoyer and Cutler to share playtime in each game and play to their strengths. These teams are not successful with the orthodox strategy of having only one quarterback, so why not try and experiment with this. It can’t be much worse.

So what am I suggesting these teams do exactly? Well, I want to see quarterbacks interchanged just like running backs are for many teams. Have a quarterback that excels on third down play on every third down. Have a quarterback that has a cannon only throw deep passes. Have a fast quarterback run options. The options are limitless! I am not certain of many examples where this would be applicable. Maybe the Vikings with Bradford and Bridgewater? I’m still not sure, but I think that if teams drafted with this mindset in mind, then they could really see what success is.

Thanks for reading.

Song