Somebody Is Making Kartoffelkloesse for Chicken Scratch Christmas

By Robert Mc Kenna

So, you are wondering about this goofy title, eh? The first part “Somebody” is a word in the first poem of the book. The poem is based on a Beatles Song and is an “anthem” against school shootings. The middle part “Kartoffelklösse” is from the middle poem in the book. That poem recalls the delicious German potato dumpling recipe my cousin has kept alive in our family. The last part “Chicken Scratch Christmas” is an “ode” to a dance music developed by the Tohono O'odham people of the Southwest and also about not having much, but each other, at Christmas time. Pick up my first poetry book “Stolen Poems carried by Canoe to Blind Man’s Bluff” or a Chicken Scratch Christmas Album. Now you know. -Bob

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664184022

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CONTENTS

Somebody somewhere is doing drugs

Sheets

Poet’s lament

Hockey Player at 2am

Grand Da

Tumble Weed on 13th Street

Nuts and Bolts

Shoes

Janitor Jesus

Message

Wishing it was First Friday

Well

Bagel Shop Bank Man

His suits her fine

Juneteenth

10,000 words in a cardboard box

Main Street

Hillside

Gone yard

Siren

Sangiovese

Lights across the way

Put the candle, BACK

Stingy Jack

Rhiannon

30 minute contest to trap and cook unicorn

Musical Escape

There is no thanks for that

Dancing in her Dreams

Shearing

Wonton Soup

Waiting

Taking Hostages

Kartoffelkloesse (for Francis)

Still standing

Wild Card

Isolation

Linda’s Tuesday morning marigolds

Again

Wreck

Sundays

The Avenue

Tolls

Cat’s Cradle

Rhythm, who could ask for anything more?

Questions for The Muse

Cafe De Flore

The casting

Piggy back

Fallow Garden

Oak Dance

Matins

Epitaph (for SH)

Half-Way Home

4 quarters makes 90 minutes

First morning Maisonneuve

The bath

Isn’t it pretty to think so?

Sweet Summer Sweat

Garbage Can Sonata

Our Pond

Love Riots

Chasing Yesterday

The Crate Potato race

Kokoro and her heart balloon

Our coat of arms

Tea Times

Chicken Scratch Christmas

Somebody somewhere is doing drugs

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Picture yourself in a school with a graveyard

With gun metal trees and Armalite sky

Somebody screams, but your vote never counted.

You offer only prayers and a cry.

Our children being shot in preschool.

Follow him past the soft target classrooms

Where lock and load rifles, take innocent lives

Everyone bleeds as he drifts pass the windows

The boy with hate in his eyes.

Our children being shot in middle school.

Cordite scented bullets of copper and brass

Firing right at your head.

Look for the boy with the gun in his hands

And he’s gone

Our children being shot in high school.

Picture yourself in a school with a graveyard

With gun metal trees and Armalite sky

Executive orders and your vote never counted?

Still offer only prayers and a cry?

Sheets

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