My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Jenny wren

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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…

  • Because

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    because their past long term relationships fell apart they exchanged apartment keys on the first date and inspected each other’s bathroom, refrigerator, closets and whether they made their bed that morning because after the dew is off the lily it’s the little domestic things that matter 11-18-23

  • Politics

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    Two old turtles try to sunbathe on the same log When one climbs up, they spin the other off If they’d cooperate, they might both succeed And enjoy their time in the sun 11-17-23

  • Apple sauce

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    I grow tired of social justice warriors on the right and on the left. Their quest for blemish free skin makes for tasteless fruit in my neighborhood grocery aisle I prefer to shop local. Greet the Trumper on the corner who helps everyone on the block and waves when he drives by and the non-traditional…

  • Licking county highway

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    This morning, Momma says eat your breakfast You have a long day Two eggs, buttered toast, four slices of bacon He rushes out the door Almost a man Momma’s proud of how big he’s grown 8:52 am Semi slams into back of bus Big day with friends, last day with friends His day, his life…

  • Quietly sitting

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    because I walk too loud I startled you from your place among the reeds you circled cautiously overhead before you perched almost unseen in a grey tree at the edge of the field how many times have you sat quietly high up in a tree waiting for me to leave so you may return to…

  • Homophobic limerick

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    There once was a town by a weir, Where folks bought their food, snacks and beer. In stores stocked with ware, They chose what to wear, In fashion that wrapped them in cheer! 11-14-23

  • yellow haiku

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    last yellow leaves cling tenaciously on low branch unwilling to fall 11-15-23

  • Blowing in the wind

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    how many bridges burn with friends on the other side how many regrets with friends on the other side how many misunderstandings with friends on the other side before we run out of friends 11-11-23

  • In search of daylight savings

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    The sun rises slow between trees over houses across from the park and sinks too soon behind the ridge of Hampton’s field. I follow my headlights into the dark Autumn 11-10-23