Author: cfblack
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Billie
God Bless The Child crying on the stage shriveled raisin, Strange Fruit drying in the sun Swinging In The Rain lying at the mic Lady Sings The Blues dying on the stage 1-29-26
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Wake
I used to wake in the middle of the night, watch you fall in slow motion from the sky, unable to catch you. Did dreams and premonitions of death ever haunt you and wake you in the middle of the night? I wanted you to be happy and did not tell you my dreams. Now…
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Waiting for an epiphany
Between two lamp posts Santa and Frosty smile and wave One tin soldier stands guard None of them will abandon their post None of us will invite them in Tell them it’s okay They’ve done enough Until next year 1-18-26
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january haiku
feathered friends shiver store bought seed suspended from tree bird feeder café 1-18-26
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Pot roast
sitting by the fire I wonder about circumstances surrounding the cooking of vegetables, fruit and flesh was it ancient revelation, a fortunate accident, or maybe it was a divine accident either way, we are blessed and cursed, stuffing ourselves at tables while others suffer the circumstances of birth place and starve 1-9-26
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Sacrifice
All season long Winter prepares for Spring, pushes stubborn leaves from their perch so new ones have a place to grow. Some fall on grass, some on moss, some on naked ground, and some fall into the fire. They sizzle for a moment before they’re gone. The others will be pushed to the curb for…
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Immigrant hotels
names, dates, epithets concentration camp walls always say the same things languages vary but the sentiments don’t change in my country walls speak Juan 11/21/2025 Mentirosos Bastardos
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For lack of sunlight
the tree in our yard no longer green rains gold from the sky seesawing back and forth on its way to ground beautiful in the moment it’s not dead only changed awaits transition leaves turn palms up supplicate the wind to carry it away 11-20-25
My husband's poetry 