Poet, spoken word performer, and songwriter. Author of two poetry collections, Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take and Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One, both available on Amazon. Currently working on a third poetry collection due out in 2021. Finding beauty in all things surrounding you can be a struggle, but if you can do it, it’s a real gift. It is our duty to discover the magic between our connections and to seize the moment when it presents itself. Don’t be afraid to do what it takes that which makes you feel alive.
Spoken Word Album: Coffee Shop Sessions II
Spoken Word: Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One https://soundcloud.com/kimray_poet/sets/spoken-word-coffee-shop
Instrumental Album: With and Without You
Instrumental/meditative recordings https://soundcloud.com/kimray_poet/sets/with-and-without-you
Train to Nowhere
The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around. All longing for company, for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder, the train across the way has the answers. The lady in the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow. No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere. The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead. This, this is where the train of life has led me.
The Last Goodbye
Resting his knee, he holds his face to bury his sobs as she is laid to rest We hold hands as I gently squeeze knowing too well this may be our last embrace Feeling his warmth, his mighty strong hands, he held us together when she left this land It’s only one slip away before you’re gone too soon On the drive home, our last goodbye became true
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
The Gift and the Curse (18/09/2020)
in your city (16/09/2020)
One More Moondance, My Love (13/09/2020)
Amongst the Shadows (13/09/2020)
in your flood (12/09/2020)
this is not my own (10/09/2020)
I wish it didn't sting (27/08/2020)
the loudest sound (26/08/2020)
Rising Waters (25/08/2020)
timepieces have reversed (part 1) (23/08/2020)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/kimberly
the lull of the storm (29/07/2020)
Our Song (17/05/2020)
Separated Not By Love (14/05/2020)
Our (Mis)Fortune (21/04/2020)
Sunday Thoughts (13/04/2020)
Nightly Routine (04/04/2020)
Drove to See You (29/03/2020)
The Truth Within (21/03/2020)
The Haunting (13/03/2020)
The Disposables (02/03/2020)
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