An example of some of the verse, ballads, and prose poetry that can be found in AGAINST ALL ODDS. I've also included some tanka on the page.

Press the link to view some of Ken's verse in a video clip by Linda Bagu Batson.





 Love Is


she is a ballerina, nimbly pirouetting across the floor
the tinkle of her bells pure music to my ears
she is an athlete so lithe as she leaps into the air
landing softly on her feet, crouched ready to spring
she has sparkling green eyes and ears that hear all
and loves to play with bottle-tops on the floor
she runs to greet me the moment I get home
inquisitive of any groceries I've bought
she vocally announces that she wants a feed
then sits on my lap and purrs contentedly
she sleeps curled up at the end of my bed
she is my sweetheart, the queen who rules me


In the verse below Ken has encapsulated the words that have brought him to this point in time.


Against all Odds


Who would have thought
At the end of the day
When all of one's deeds

Dastardly done

That one could sit back
And see words might be reaped
To try and make sense

Where otherwise none could be found

All of the fruits and labours of love
The trials and tribulations as well
A veritable river of tears and sweat

Wizened and withered at day's end

Now just a silent witness
Needs and wants are but few
Content to put pen to paper
To record a balanced view



The Dream—a few choice words that begged a life of their own and taken in part from Sideshow Alley, a YA Sci-fi by the same author. It can also be found in Against all Odds, a book of verse, ballads, and prose poetry.



Last week I read a book of fiction
One to which we could all aspire
That told of life on a far off planet

Where there lived a well ordered life

The couples there had only one child
Of which later its DNA was saved
In case something ever happened

Their lineage could still be carried on

The first ten years of schooling were done at home
Much like the school of the air we have here
And it was only later as a teenager

They attended a live-in school, a semester each year

All green produce was grown at home
Supplemented by packaged grains
Home delivered, it minimized traffic

Along with pollution and chaos it seems

Their regime was devoid of all falsehoods
The ones Earth seems to revolve around
With no religions, only a Zen like practice

That strengthened the individual's resolve

No monarchies, dictators or presidents
To reign, rule or serve and subjugate
Jails and mental wards all but empty

Brutality and hypocrisy taken out

The law courts were run on the truth system
Not shaped to suit society as on Earth
That fact alone would empty our jails

And put shady legal teams out of work

The wars were limited to just the one
The Galaxy united against a common foe
It seems a race of colonising reptiles

Were cutting a swathe through the stars

The heroine was a green goddess from Zylon
With blue eyes and black Cleopatra hair
Her perfume tantalising like some exotic orchid

That negated thinking and kept one spellbound

Oh for some one like her to mother my child
And to live in a world such as hers
Instead I'm stuck here on this planet dreaming
While waiting for Earth to evolve

Tanka Sequence

The Thought Thief

I am challenged
while writing tanka
of a Tuesday
--the garbage truck
steals my thoughts
my mind
is grabbed, upended
and emptied
--then follows the
thief down the street
in the quietness
following the distraction
and a tanka floats 
to the surface of my mind


 The Scribe
 in my delirium
I aspire to capture
each thought
vision, muse, and reflection's a fantasy of mine
the god within me
unleashed to create
a universe...
where I can wreak havoc
or love, with the stroke of a pen
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