My husband's poetry

Category: acceptance

  • Retired marriage counselor

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    Sitting on your couch Watching reruns on TV You grew tired of trying to return Lonely socks to their mate Told them all to leave Bought a dozen pairs All the same – one size fits all Dumped them in your sock drawer Said, “Choose your own mate. It’s none of my business” 6-25-22

  • somewhere in America

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    Introverted by nature, she never felt like she belonged. She wanted to fit in, but when she’d introduce herself at parties people would ignore her and laugh behind her back. Until one day in a high desert ghost town souvenir shop on a dusty swivel rack In the corner by the unisex restroom with knotted…

  • Time voyeur

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    Late at night, when no one is up, But insomniacs and crazy old men I surf the internet for old movies frozen in time Always with the sound off So no one wakes I marvel as their craft Slowly fades from grainy celluloid It doesn’t matter to this time voyeur If they died famous or…

  • The unwinding

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    All mothers do not know how to love All fathers do not come home at night All siblings do not get along All rustling in dry leaves is not a ghost it may only be a possum chasing a mouse All dogs that bark do not bite All cats do not spray in corners All…

  • Life’s road

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    life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25

  • Poem for a young friend

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    I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…

  • Salat

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    “I’ve been knocking from the inside.” Rumi seventy years, I have been looking high and low for myself and I was here all the time admiring the moon adrift in the lake dying of thirst too proud to kneel down and drink 12-23-22

  • 4 poems on 1-22-23

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    01/22 – today is a day for reading and daydreams and capturing short unnamed snippets of poems that swirl around me #1 A young boy never sees a tree he doesn’t want to climb in his neighbor’s yard, the county courthouse grounds, grandma’s house, the gorilla enclosure at the zoo An old man looks for…

  • Sometimes

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    Sometimes you rush off a quick email and wish you had waited Sometimes you let it sit all day and wish you had waited longer Often times it’s just insecurity and eternity is too short 1-25-23

  • Mary Catherine

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    Mary Catherine walks her neighbor’s foster dog in the park and she smiles as it drags her along behind. Mary Catherine stops at the bench where I am sitting, because the dog wants petted by every stranger he sees. Mary Catherine says she often sees me sitting in our side yard as she drives by…