Category: Family
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Poem for a broken heart
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…
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Southern rain
I am on the front porch, rain is in the yard, family in the house most of them in bed, chickens in their coop trying to stay dry. I don’t know about Georgia but it was a rainy night in Raleigh. I might go back to bed. 10-14-23
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In my veins
In my veins, my parents walk hand in hand reading letters written across the ocean of a world war. I look out with my father’s eyes remarking on the country he fought to preserve and the sad state of his Grand Old Party or with my mother’s eyes to see what season it is and…
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Spinning dust mote in space
be patient, the shadow self that flees your feet will return midday, nestle in your lap and beg forgiveness 9-18-23
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a snake eating its tail
every end is a beginning of something new accept it and move on obsess over an ending and you may miss a new beginning 9-2-23
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apple cider vinegar
late at night you read the news and think it is unjust to be held liable for the knowledge of good and evil, if the apple effect has worn off maybe… we should be let back in the garden 9-1-23
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Joseph Campbell meets Mary Oliver’s ghost haiku
it does not matter where into the wild you flee your shadow finds you 8-19-23
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Fourth of July
Hot summer, childhood days Wetting a worm Watching a bobber Dance in the sun Believing today is the day You’ll catch the monster fish Every boy knows it’s there Lurking in a deep hole Too smart to bite the hook Too strong to be held by a thin line Laughing at their belief In a…
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moon rise
just because earthquakes shake mountains and they tumble to the sea is not a good enough reason to stay in the valley and not approach the stars rise up like an eagle the moon has something to whisper in your ear 6-15-23
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Sand in my shoes
I wish I were a mystical man but my toes curl into the sand. I daydream intricate math equations, design homes and landscapes unable to afford the cost. I intuit award winning poems and novels I have no patience or skills to write. Yet, still I wish I were a mystical man but my toes…
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