Author Kevin Hollingsworth

I have been a dreamer since I was born in N.Y.C. My dreams started September 20th, 1968. I moved to Los Angeles, California when I was very young. I received my education in Los Angeles, and joined the workforce a couple of years after graduating from college…

I did not start writing poetry until later in life. Friends and family really enjoyed the beautiful words I shared with them. So, I continued to write, and published my first prose poetry book, “Wonders,” in 2009. I published my second book of prose, “Romance with A Touch of Love” in 2011.

The dreams kept coming; and I continued to be inspired to write beautiful words. I am honored to share these beautiful words with the world in “Stellar.”

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After completing his latest poetry book, Stellar, Hollingsworth had no plans of writing another collection of poetry. Hollingsworth, however, continued to be inspired to write beautiful words. His heart touched daily, Hollingsworth, over the course of one year, wrote 76 poems; that he humbly presents to the world in "Blu Diamonds".

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Victory was in sight , but I could not see.

Her body was smooth, and more delicate than my time with her.

She was a splendid breeze.

She was a breeze so splendid.

She was a breeze with a sex appeal in the month of May.

She was amazing in the beginning.

She was amazing in the end.

Victory was in sight; that was the only way.

Her body was so smooth, and tasty as wine and cherries.

Her body was so smooth, and tasty like cherry wine.

She was sexy in the beginning.

She was sexy at night.

Victory was in sight.

Her body was so smooth, and more sexy than the queen of spades.

Green Dress


Her green  dress looked better old than new.

I knew she was the lady of the hour.

An hour went by, and I could still see this lady so luscious.

She was luscious to the young and old.

I was too old for her, and I wanted to be young again.

Again she walked by in the green dress.

This green dress made her the lady of the hour.

I had an hour to enjoy her scent.

Her scent smelled a thousand times better than a thousand fragrances discovered by my God.

She was delivered from God I wanted her to know; and I wish my God would deliver me to this kind lady wearing the green dress.

“Stellar” is an interesting as well as compelling book of prose poetry that encompasses the wonderment of love.  Further, stories of romance, love, and tragedy are told creatively through the eyes of 107 poems.

In “Stellar” one will have a chance to go on an odyssey of figurative language, and will also get a refreshing sense of the human condition; that we all need, and yearn for love.

In “Stellar” one will also have a unique opportunity to view emotionalism seemingly painted by the masters. However, these poetic words of distinction cannot fit on a canvas; but are to be read on paper, and enjoyed by you and your imagination….

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The Most Beautiful

She was the most beautiful ocean.

She was the most beautiful breeze.

I looked up, and I saw her beauty design the sky.

She was more than amazing, and her love was strong.

Her heart cared for me, and her soul loved me.

I was so lucky, but I did not realize it until she was swept away by

the winds of passion and grace.

Her beauty was love, and her love was, indeed,

the most beautiful.



Music wandered through the sky.

The mist touched her skin, and it felt so good.

Red, white, and blue combed her hair so fine.

She was magnificent, and she was free.

Her name was America, and I was proud to walk by her side.

She was so beautiful, and America was the finest woman I had

ever met.

Her courage and her bravery were my democracy.

She lifted me up when I was sad.

Her smiles made me happy when happiness was not around.

When joy was taken from me, she brought joy back into my life.

America, America I am so in love with you.

Illustration @2017 Linda Roane
Blessing in Disguise
As he fainted he saw her from the corner of his eye. She was as pretty as the French language. Her song was like a dream he once knew. 
Her love was not an evil deed, but a blessing in disguise. He had nothing in this life. Her blessing in disguise was all he wanted. 
She gently told him the truth, which he could not bear; that her love was promised to another. 
As he fainted he saw her from the corner of his eye. She was as pretty as the French language. Her song was like a dream he once knew.


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