My husband's poetry

Category: humor

  • Pleiades rejoice

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    the heavens were hooded last night the Perseid meteor shower hid from view a slice of the moon played peek-a-boo with clouds, I asked questions of myths and constellations, mused that if Orion carried an EpiPen and didn’t die from a scorpion’s sting and had erectile dysfunction and every mythic star knew the Pleiades wouldn’t…

  • What if

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    What if famous magazines who publish poetry, only gave the author’s name on a website after you filled out a critique? What if we didn’t know the author’s name, whether they had ascended into the clique; literati who wrote with the right amount of ambiguity, verbosity and anger, conforming to the latest styles and forms…

  • Kissing country girls

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    She said, “You have to leave!” I asked, “Why?” She replied, “No one comes out this far in the country” I smiled and said, “I do.” She said, “That dust cloud on the horizon is Daddy’s truck.” I got in my car and left 8-10-20

  • Nuts

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    Knock, knock Is someone at the door or am I dreaming? I lie in the dark wondering where I put my mask. I wait for a second knock. Knock, knock Rolling sound on roof Dull thud on ground In a time of quarantine only a nut would come knocking unannounced at someone’s house 8-5-20

  • a binary life

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    Sitting on the porch she opens the door says, “It’s too hot” You use pen and paper to flesh a poem a computer to bone it Your computer complains slows down and threatens to abandon you You are a peacemaker in a binary world and tear out the page and go inside 7-23-20

  • Indiana summers

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    Tonight, I can taste braunschweiger on white bread Red Kool-Aid that left a smiley face Peaches so juicy I ate them on the back steps and Fudgesicles that dripped down my chin onto my shirt I remember playing kick ball in the street Chicken on my bicycle and never turning away Freeze tag and hide-n-seek…

  • Two plus two plus two plus two

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    Dark shadow with golden legs Early morning sun illuminates on screen Normally, I see you in debris along the fence Or on a rotting stump among the weeds What brings you to my porch to perch in soft young light? I have nothing to feed you, but I marvel at your agility How you coordinate…

  • Drone

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    Daytime cicadas drone about mating in this heat; they keep on droning, so I assume it’s too damn hot to procreate, even in the shade. If they had studied hard for seventeen years and not slept in and skipped class, we would only hear the drone of tiny HVAC units in the trees. 7-14-20

  • Dung beetle

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    It doesn’t take a cultural war fueled by penis envy to uncover a lost cause Or a stormy porn star to tell the world a myth has a small penis Atlas sided with Titans who ate their young to stay in power and lost His statue sits in a museum posing like a dung beetle…

  • silly haiku Sunday

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    our birds sound the same the Sahara Sandcalypse isn’t on their Twitter 6-28-20