My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Pot roast

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    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

  • Sacrifice

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    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…

  • Immigrant hotels

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    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

  • For lack of sunlight

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    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

  • heirloom flowers

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    He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • Synopsis: Epstein Emails

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    Men afraid of full-bodied empowered women purchase little girl hips pretending they are powerful if only for a moment 11-13-25

  • Dear Congress

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    We are your native children your barefoot soldiers your collateral damage the problem and solution the grease that moves the wheel. 11-12-25

  • Eclipse

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    modest moon robes the sun birds sing welcome to a second dawn I ask the voyeur, embered, eerie eye roll away the sacred stone let our star dance naked once again across the midday sky 11-12-25