childhood – Page 12 – My husband's poetry

Grey Day Meditation on the Collatz Conjecture

Dec 19, 2021

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in humbleness, Illusion, math and numbers

you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s okay because omnipotence must hurt in ways that you don’t know what you don’t know and that’s… 12-19-21

Irreverent poem written from a prompt

Dec 14, 2021

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cfblack

in childhood, daily life, to a prompt, TV/movies/tech

12/14 – See and Hear ‘Teaching the Deaf to See’ On a blind date, Underdog must sniff ass ‘Cause Sweet Polly Purebred looks like Joan Rivers Olive Oyle’s voice is sandpaper on glass Popeye and Bluto fight over bones Tits and sass, Annette Funicello or Haley Mills Walt Disney fantasizes about Tinker Belle Epstein and…

Ear worms

Dec 10, 2021

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in childhood, Fall, Family, rain

Rainy, autumn day Sixty years on And childhood admonitions still Burrow in your head “Go outside Don’t drip that on my floor!” You take your keto ice cream bar And walk to the park When you come back inside Mom doesn’t even say thanks 12-10-21

AARP

Nov 17, 2021

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in Aging, animals, Belonging / Loneliness, Birds, childhood, fish, humbleness, nature, regrets, self transformation, trauma

The retired Pied Piper tried to forget What he did to village children Sat on a park bench and thought There was much to learn from a pond: The way it does not flee away to the sea The way reflected clouds and trees don’t pollute water The way a stone will skip before it…

Mid-November green

Nov 9, 2021

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in beauty, childhood, Family, flowers

white blooms leaves like small hands mid-November green if mom was a southern girl she would have planted one in our yard 11-9-21

Still running

Nov 6, 2021

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in animals, childhood, Family, fear

After dark you walk in the park with Memories of walking to the store as kid Because you didn’t want to get caught And pay a toll to older boys, you’d run home If your father found out you ran He’d have sent you back to fight A deer snorts, jumps high and runs if…

Memory worm, ear infection

Nov 3, 2021

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in childhood, Family, Winter/ Cold

Hat and gloves kinda weather Stand at kitchen door Hot coffee in hand Chill wind in your face And mom in your ear “Shut the damn door! You weren’t born in a stable! Jesus was!” 11-3-21