My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

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    City worker says good morning Shares small talk about last night’s game Cold, bright winter sun Paints shadows on white concrete Not everything you can hear or say elevates your soul Turn, squint into the sun and walk away 1-29-24

  • on any given Sunday

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    looking for an edge both teams use pregame prayer circles with the God angle negated a Hail Mary pass is no longer a viable option you promise to tithe your winnings hoping angels juice over/under wagers 9-24-24

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

  • Boomer boy blues

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    I grow tired of taking blame for someone else’s transgressions. I’m not your shitty father, your handsy uncle, your asshole boyfriend, the chauvinist boss who thinks all women secretly desire him I’m dealing with my own past, my ignorance and lack empathy. I refuse to hide under a pile of dirty laundry so you can…

  • after mindgravy

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    Outside the moon rolled up clouds revealed its round Buddha belly. I stood transfixed in the afterglow. Is this Zen I do not know I pat my belly in satisfaction. It is a good night to be alive. 9-20-2024

  • an inconsiderate act

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    I broke a tiny bud from a limb I did not hear it scream I don’t know why I just did I cannot glue it back or heal the wound it bleeds green in the sun 2-14-2024

  • Solitude

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    Orange overcast sunrise. On the other side of clouds jet rumbles in the sun. Old man fishes quietly on the shore nods and waves. We talked for an hour a year ago, respect each other’s need for solitude and have nothing more to say. On the other side of clouds, another jet passes overhead, glinting…

  • Foam bubbles

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    the smirking yuppy mural on the wall reaffirms your feelings of inadequacy to the tasks life has set before you and never changes its expression you wish you could sit one more time at your parents’ kitchen table let mom tell you how important it is to lose ten pounds, again listen to stories of…

  • Coffee blinders

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    If you sit too close to the register at the coffee shop, every time you look up you stare right at someone’s ass, feel guilty for momentarily judging how a stranger fills out Lululemon yoga togs, wonder how your boney butt appears, look away until someone else walks in and begin another cycle of judgement…

  • Daydream of a Busy 21st Century Man

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    Once upon a time humans did not know about cholesterol, astrological signs, DNA, 23 and me, credit scores, BMI, FMR, social media passwords, Myers-Briggs, condoms, blood type, net worth and debit cards, but somehow they still thrived. 3-8-24