My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Green bean casserole

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    Green bean casserole tastes of home, family holidays and traditions as old or older than you. Recipe: two cups green beans one can mushroom soup 1/2 cup condensed milk 1/2 can fried onions stir until well-mixed pour into Grandma’s old Pyrex casserole dish cook at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until all the water…

  • Savannah

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    He wanted to ride off into the sunset like Hopalong Cassidy always did, but he lived in the midlands And he had promised himself that he would retire someday to Savannah and riding off into the sunset Led into the mountains and mountains grow cold in winter and he feared he may die alone In…

  • Who

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    Why is north up and south down, heaven up and hell down? Who said we can’t change our orientation or that ancient myths are sacrosanct? Would we behave differently, if north was left and hell right? 1-28-22

  • Winter haiku

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    listen quietly as tree timpani conjures sunlight to come dance 1-24-22

  • Thirst trap

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    crawling in sand towards an oasis mirage they realized they shared the same life goals fell in love and moved in together 1-21-22

  • adverbs

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    Aimlessly… you pick a scab on your ankle Carefully… so it does not bleed Quietly… the bottom of the hole glistens wet Patiently… you watch it catch the light Eventually… you return to other things Aimlessly… you reach for where the scab had been and find you have a bloody sock 1-20-22

  • pen pals

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    My two older sisters had pen pals they’d talk about when the mail came I’d steal into their room to read the letters and pretend they were my friends I wanted a pen pal but was afraid no one would want to be my friend if they knew I had a speech impediment, hummed constantly…

  • 50 degrees

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    warm winter rain tree frogs sing from our front yard to the back yard to the park and back again unaware a winter storm is coming 1-20-22

  • conjunctions

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    last night, I dreamed verbs, nouns, adverbs, adjectives separate word rooms with conjunctions of connecting doors and corridors 1-17-22