My husband's poetry

Category: humor

  • Alternative Zoology 101

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    A squirrel in the magnolias at Gervias and Assembly Is cowed by a pig that ruts on a private golf course. How a pig can cow a squirrel, I do not know. 3-15-20 Written for my friend, Arik and the campaign to close our public schools during this world pandemic

  • Questions I ask of a chair

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    Where is my friend? Did they leave? I came by for a visit, but they were gone. Are they sitting in the sun room? On a scale of one to ten, what was their pain level? Have you been following the coronavirus news? I’m more afraid of sepsis and staph infections. Why didn’t they finish…

  • a modest proposal

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    This morning I saw flocks of crows hanging out on equipment abandoned in a swamp and then I thought maybe they missed the flight for their yearly winter Caribbean vacation It was cold and rainy and then I thought wouldn’t it be nice if the folks who do genetic engineering bred GMO black crows with…

  • Frog hymns

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    In the woods Tree frogs sing Sing songs of waking Sing Spring’s first hymn Sing call and response Is anyone awake? …I am Where are you? …Over here Where is here? …Tell me about yourself, first I am male, isn’t that enough? …I want to be romanced I don’t have all night …We have all…

  • asking tough questions

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    If ancient Egyptians preferred possums instead of cats, would folks share grinning photos of possums on Facebook If early man had domesticated lions instead of horses, would we market pink lions with rainbow tails to little girls If gold was as common as red clay and diamonds were grains of sand would it still glitter…

  • Our neighbor’s cat

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    Our neighbor’s cat creeps quietly doesn’t jingle the bell around its neck chases birds in my yard and leaves the squirrels alone A feral cat habituates the shadow corner of our yard hunts rodents in the night and I’m okay with that I don’t like our neighbor’s cat I wish he’d stay at home eat…

  • In defense of naps

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    on a windless day, you attempted to meditate yourself into stillness as the earth spun at 1,000 mph orbiting a star at 66,600 mph while the star orbited in a galaxy at 536, 865 mph and all of it fleeing a big bang at 1,332,000 mph you decide to take a nap, because you believe…

  • If

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    On cold winter days mom would send you out to play you would watch the birds shiver on phone lines and thought maybe they gathered local gossip through their feet Hardly anyone has a landline anymore birds now shiver on cable TV lines you wonder if they prefer ESPN the Cartoon Network or cable news…

  • Hit the road Jack

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    Little Jack Horner sat in the corner didn’t use a fork and all the little girls knew he wasn’t a good boy Jack be nimble – Jack be quick Jack poked a woman with a stick never trust a politician who obsesses with his hair Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a…

  • Dressing for sleep

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    This morning, I read poem by a poet about the passing of her mother and the washing of her body. When my parents died the funeral home came and got them to prepare for burial It was all prepaid – just like in the ads on TV. The caskets and grave site already chosen. We…