My husband's poetry

Category: acceptance

  • 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

  • The unwinding

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    cfblack
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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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • Kansas

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    You remind yourself If you can’t remember How to return to a place or time Don’t wear out your heels Clicking them together 11-17-21

  • Autumn beauty

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    I admire your curves The smooth texture of your skin It is not necessary to hold you You are doing fine without me Possession would be A death sentence I admire your curves The smooth texture of your skin And walk on 9-22-21