My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • A free meal is never free

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    barking dog welcomes daylight lone bird calls in the bush …failure to communicate a fenced animal cannot understand freedom It only wants to be set free 10-1-23

  • Saluda Shoals

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    quietly, an anole blends into its surroundings does not call attention to itself joyfully left alone to safely go on about it’s business 10-1-23

  • While Carol sleeps

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    Listen to the morning Dogs, frogs, birds, distant traffic Slide up and down the music scale Siren wails, “Get out of my way I’m coming through” I mutter to myself, “I can’t to get out of my own way Go the F around” 9-30-23

  • Morning flows away

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    on the downhill side morning flows away into the street leaves it’s debris for critters a place to sleep or afternoon to sweep I don’t need the work but Carol hates critters So I will sweep the litter 9-30-23

  • The reader

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    Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned the misogyny of Paul could imitate the truth and sound beautiful on the tongue. Because I read Peter Matthiessen, I learned the truth is hidden in the narrative. Because I read Homer, I learned every hero has an Achilles heel and a dog…

  • Tag

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    one brown mallard swims circles on the pond soon a green hooded drake or two may come play tag until she makes her choice they’ll settle down, spend winter playing house upon the shore I wonder what brought her to this pond and how the drakes knew where to find her 9-29-23

  • three humble haikus

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    brown bird in green bush mean as a blue jay…curses if I walk too close mockingbird of change maybe he’ll winter over maybe, we’ll be friends every morning swear my father’s ghost sent him cut me down to size 9-29-23

  • It looks like rain today

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    It looks like rain today Cloudy, grey, pregnant skies The forecast says rain today I think it’s going to rain today Maybe it will; maybe it won’t But I think it’s going to rain today It feels like rain today Leaves turned up in supplication I believe it’s going to rain today (Randy Newman rocks)…

  • Forever young

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    I remember Saturday nights scrapping with the guys; Sunday afternoons hanging out, Music on the stereo watching tv with the sound off, Talking ’bout what we gonna be When we grow up. Monday morning news Sunday, 2 pm, three teenagers shot dead Sheriff is investigating. Parents in shock; trying to remember Jakobe Fanning, Dre’Von Riley,…

  • …As

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    if gravity flowed up mountains would grow impossibly high clouds covered in mud dirty as my shoes before a Saturday night shine slick, stone, valley waste lands sharp as glass beneath our feet oceans dry as a bone Noah’s ark drifting off in space 9-24-23