My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Poem for a broken heart

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    A match burns Lights candles and cigarettes Kindles a fire to warm your body Destroys a house Starts a forest fire A match burns Water flows Carries mountains to the sea Will quench a thirst, Cool a drink in solid form Brew coffee in the morning Soothe tired feet at night Water mirrors your face…

  • 1950s cold autumn rain

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    black foldover buckles on yellow raincoat wear your hood or you’ll catch a cold black galoshes – tuck in your pants keeps them dry when you splash in puddles take it all off in the cloak room so they dry before noon rush home for lunch and Popeye on TV black foldover buckles…start all over,…

  • Frost warning

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    Steam rises from warm roofs Someone’s dog barks to come inside Crows call caution from woods Be careful on frost covered grass or you may fall on your… 10-31-23

  • Rudolph’s haiku

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    backyard venison do not fear city hunters gun control saves lives 10-29-23

  • not today

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    tic …toc tic ….toc TOC pine cone falls at feet squirrel chatters overhead I kick it Into the street think maybe the furry rodent might get hit by a passing car smile at the capricious nature of life step into the street kick the pine cone back into the yard think not on my watch…

  • For want of sunlight

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    grey in shadows hunter assumes a sniper’s pose you wait for the kill look away SPLASH fish in mouth heron rises up in air blue in sunlight 10-27-23

  • The art of war

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    If I could host an antiseptic war I’d arm them all with paint guns Make them go outside to play When recess is over Winners get ice cream and Dominion over the playground Losers live to play another day They all go home by dinner time Hug mom and dad, sisters and brothers Sleep in…

  • Full moon

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    Einstein plays violin pilots a gondola full of lovers across the sky drips chalk dust in his wake explanations of energy and mass are for the classroom 10-27-23

  • Autumn

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    dry leaves beneath my feet sound like home “Albert, rake those leaves before you go anywhere.” 10-26-23