My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Rock stars and groupies

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    (Poem written to the prompt, Cicadas) screaming in the night over here, over here Mojo rising looking for love seventeen years adolescence over hear my voice I’m famous now skin tight clothes strewn upon the stage any rock star will do screaming in the night 5-12-25

  • Definitions

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    They met in class, flirted, gave all the secret signs. No one made the first move. At the end of the academic year they went their separate ways. All summer she daydreamed about unrequited love. On hot summer nights he fantasized about unconsummated sex. 4-28-25

  • Reading the news

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    some days I feel like I may survive the calamity, if those who want to heal me would use love, instead of lacerating my arms and bleeding the world’s sickness from my veins 4-3-25

  • 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…

  • Graveside manners

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    I still carry my father’s casket, Holding onto the side rail As we pull him from the hearse, Unable to release my grip And say goodbye. I have questions in need of answers And he still won’t give them up, Even in death. I still carry my father’s casket Hoping he answers – just once.…

  • Shopping at ALDIs

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    cfblack
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    you dreamed of oranges and when love tasted like tangerines you blamed the tangerines for being tangerines and went home empty and alone 3-10-25

  • Daylight savings

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    Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…

  • I’m okay

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    Some days the noise of the city aggravates; some days the noise of the city invigorates. Siren’s wail fading in the distance means our neighbors are okay. The drone of a plane means someone is going somewhere and is staying safely aloft. Faraway hum of vehicles means folks are going to work. Whirl of mowers…

  • Among gravestones

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    Among gravestones of an old church With a place for children to play I walk along rows of stories Etched in stone Tidal marsh of emotion filled and emptied And filled again Life swirls above and below It is peaceful there 5-16-23

  • Saturday morning people watching in the park

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    In the park Wesly walks chest out dog on a leash at his side Buttercup walks behind head down on her phone “…loooove. Truuuue lovvee will follow you forever.” 7-1-23