My husband's poetry

Category: for someone else

  • Feral poet

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    (for an unnamed friend) She writes crazy and wild and spreads her scent in your front hallway, if you let her inside. She turns up her nose at Kibble & Bits, drops dead rodents and birds at your feet then saunters away like an Amazon queen. She births poems in the bushes and under the…

  • haiku for George Fox

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    walk into the light and your shadow will never darken your footsteps Composed during meditation at Columbia Friends Meeting House during George Fox’s birthday observance.1-7-24

  • When

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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • for a friend who just died

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    edge walker man teeters on the edge catch him if you can heading for the border he was bound to cross the line force of nature – force of good edge walker man plowed a long furrow follow if you can 1-21-24

  • Reedy’s mirror

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    coffee with a friend Moon River rhymes with Spoon River free verse anthology about dead people restless adolescents weren’t ready are we ready now? tobacco jaundiced time portal walks by on stranger’s finger tips you couldn’t or wouldn’t sit quiet so dad held twitchy hands tight in pew two lifetimes later – right hand holds…

  • Loneliness

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    He misses Chinese carryout for two, his ex-girlfriend’s mother and son, the thought of being needed. He blames their breakup on COVID, Fox News and conspiracy theories. He said he was too mad to pray. It was too recent and raw to attempt to talk common sense. So I just sat and tried to be…

  • When

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    I guzzle Gatorade after a good workout rain drops smear the dirt on my windshield cell phone vibrates, 745 area code someone from back home Hi, this is John (Ball State1970) I took his class on violence he was still ABD, we became friends he asks how have I been – I say great he…

  • spring haiku poker with Maris Burton:

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    I’ll cover your bulbs raise you morning glory seeds and iris rhizomes 2-28-24

  • One mile from home

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    waiting for the rain to end so I can walk in the park, watch the turtles and geese and if I am inspired I’ll write a poem for a northern friend who deserves better than she got in life, but says she is happy for her children and would go through hell, again, if it…

  • Soul Train

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    A friend from childhood asked me to write a memorial poem for the passing of his 92 year old father; I asked him for nine things that remind him of his father and incorporated them within the context of the poem (I have removed his father’s name from this posting). ‘Soul Train’ No one chooses…