My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Run Cinderella Run

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    On further study, folklorists have determined Prince Charming was a kinky dude with a foot fetish He did not remember his dance partner by eyes, smile, cleavage or the curve of her hips He knew his beloved by her foot size and whether it fit a discarded glass slipper This is porn site worthy I…

  • Haiku for afternoon rain

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    low grumbling grey sky pushes the sunshine aside time to go inside 6/4/24

  • Bilbo’s lament

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    Maybe it was a sense of power Maybe it was a sense of freedom Maybe it was just a childhood fantasy Riding Shadowfax into battle A fancy wizarding ring on your finger But the battles are not at your back door And it’s safer for an old man to ride a pony Through ancient, enchanted,…

  • haiku for mowing day in the park

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    everything is green white clover blossoms mown down bright dandelions, too 5/29/24

  • Contentment

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    cool tree shadows birds call back and forth breeze talks with leaves shakes loose a green nut and falls at my feet I do not know when is a good time for my soul to fly but a day much like today would be okay 5/27/24

  • Vesper nights on Edisto

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    low country dusk long-legged swamp birds dress in feathered robes blue and white, black and grey along tidal creeks and on dirt roads oaks grow long moss beards owls call from darkening shadows I don’t believe in ghosts or disembodied souls but if I ever do this would be the time and place 5/27/24

  • Low tide

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    brackish water smells of decaying reeds and fish crabs scurry back into mud, await tide’s return crest the dunes on bare feet; walk an empty beach before sun microwaves the sand unfold a chair at water’s edge, dip feet in foam, read another horrible New Yorker academic poem where sky and water meet, brown pelican…

  • no title

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    shimmering blue damsel fly hovers just beyond reach shops for breakfast in the weeds and brings me joy 5/26/24

  • Atlantic Beach

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    because they couldn’t segregate the sea they segregated beaches underdeveloped black owned beach white developers have run out of sand bankers and politicians in back pocket soon they’ll own that, too and push black ownership out to sea 5/26/24

  • Old man and the sea (No apologies for Ernest)

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    old man sits in a chair staring out to sea waiting for the riptide to subside and return her back to him he says it was their favorite place to watch lights of ships offshore on night journeys to foreign ports because she could not wait for him he set her ashes adrift in the…