Kenneth E. AlspaughSacramento, California, USA |
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Ken Alspaugh grew up in Rio Linda, California, wrote his first poem there at age 5; "The Sky Is Blue and I Love You, Happy Mother's Day." He wrote his first serious poem around 1981, "What Gems," about a special lady named Kathy Besso. That poem was so well received by others he began to write in earnest around 1984. He's married and has two fabulous children, Torrell and Kollen. He's currently published in The National Library of Poetry, he's compiling a book and has other poetry projects in the works pending funding and some refinement. The reason for the picture shown is to dedicate this site and the poems in it to God and His Son. |
What GemsThe finest gem the world has knownis not the pearl the sea has grown 'tis not the diamond crushed and ground these aren't the nicest gems around It's many facets have a grand disguise they are the sparkles in your eyes Oh Eagle Teach Me To Fly Oh Eagle flying so high, you my shining example;
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A Simple Poem God Gave MeI was pulled from the ranks of satan's denAnd I now reside in Salvation's glen A place where pain and sorrow and fear Are not felt so much or seen so clear. God's great Light washes into me He takes my life, ends the tragedy. I pledge my heart and all I feel to pleasing Him and doing His Will. |
Where Is My Burning BushI have not seen my Goliath no coat of many colors have I receivedI have no fish I see to swallow me, where is my burning bush? I have no walls to march to around, no trumpet to blow, or sword to raise, Is my call therefore silent? Does my God scream loudly, to my ignorant unhearing heart? May it never be! I know You Light the path, oh Lord, and ignite the torch to illuminate my way. Moment by moment You set ablaze a bush, or raise up a giant challenge in my life. You'll put me where I can serve You and Those whose need is greatest; even as Joseph I will be at the one place that defines God then and there Perfectly! |
Please Play OnGently sliding, briskly striking each key as though caressinga child. My heart is that child, my feelings led by each sweeping movement, each skillfully blended melody and note swaying with my imagination in far away places, floating gracefully in others, dancing on wings and toes laughing to each sound you create Take me to the land of never never or lead me to paradise soaring on tunes you play, Please I pray you, do continue you really do stimulate the black and white to a life of their own, Please play on. |