My husband's poetry

Category: Kindness

  • haiku for an overcast day #2

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    always remember you’re deserving of kindness and so are others 10-6-25

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • Kindness 101

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    when someone stops by unexpectedly invite them in for supper go into your kitchen add another cup of water to the soup – everyone gets fed 9-18-25

  • Reading Adam Heschel

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    lack of information will not destroy us we have enough information rather the lack of kindness will but a willingness to accept the middle path can save us all 7-11-25

  • Fried boloney sandwich

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    He gives one night a month to the homeless And feels good about his service. Until the day she walked in With her life in two black trash bags. _____ At 16, she lied about her age, Worked the line for minimum wage. He was a college intern working on his resume. She took him…

  • Warm coffee

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    An epigraph and poem suitable for Ridvan, “O Children of Dust! Tell the rich of the midnight sighing of the poor, lest heedlessness lead them into the path of destruction, and deprive them of the Tree of Wealth…” (Baha’u’llah) Yesterday, at a downtown café you sat outside with a friend, drank warm coffee, complained about…

  • Scream

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    A scream in the night is not meant to be a warning, but you check the front door lock and dial 911 You sit behind the curtain stare through the crack into the dark and wish you were brave enough to go outside You wait for blue lights that seem as if they’ll never come…

  • Freedom

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    What city landscape architect had money left over in their budget To throw away on a fence for only one side of a pond; Any child or old man can walk around? On the water side of the fence, a Fall flurry of flowers grows white and wild. On my side of the wire, two…