Author: cfblack
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haiku while reading Rupi Kaur
a thousand kind words but you obsess on one slight I am poor at math 3-18-25
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Sunflower haiku
broken buds bloom bright slowly wither in sunlight and seed the future 3-18-25
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21st century problems
somewhere his favorite hat is not lost, but waits patiently for his return to where he left it so he wouldn’t forget, but he did 3-17-25
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Mini-ice-age
(The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…
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Shopping at ALDIs
you dreamed of oranges and when love tasted like tangerines you blamed the tangerines for being tangerines and went home empty and alone 3-10-25
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Gamer suicide
When he first experienced a random act of kindness, it made him feel warm and when he thought he understood the concept, he tried it on others and soon it was randomness he sought and soon folks did not see him as kind and soon he became an oddity tolerated in polite company and laughed…
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You are not born a butterfly
You are not born a butterfly …bright and shiney – floating on the wind You were born a worm …crawling in the dirt – devouring, devouring, devouring Before you craved the sky 3-10-25
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Daylight savings
Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…
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Inevitably
Do not talk to me of fear of death for it comes inevitably It gathers us up and leaves us on a strange porch Orphans in a basket waiting to be welcomed into another home I do not dread its coming I leave my door ajar Ready for this new adventure I hope I’ve packed…
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State of the Union
reading the reviews of last night’s speech I imagine parrot shit dripping down the back of his shoulder and try to discern if he is a pirate attempting to sink the ship of state or a Southern Civil War statue pontificating in the park 3-5-25
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