My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Crock pot love poem

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    fresh soup for breakfast tomatoes, carrots and cannellini beans simmered all night basil, parsley and Parmesan cheese seasoned just right wipe the juice from my chin leftover soup for snack sitting at my computer talking smack 8-26-2024

  • Love cuisine

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    You say you’re not hungry, but she cooks fish sticks anyway, because fish sticks are an act of love and the world needs more love (Whatever the hell that means). She calls you inside. You put four on a paper plate, add horse radish sauce for dipping and go back outside to eat. Confident no…

  • adjustments

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    through a gap in trees light finds my face warms my skin I luxuriate in the moment then adjust my chair and return to the shade out of sun away from cancer they cut from my skin ____ how many weddings happy days in the sun did we attend in our youth then watched from…

  • woods walking

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    I want to tell you you do not need to be cultivated to be beautiful I want to thank you for your wildness, your beauty freely given 4-10-24

  • Tuesday

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    sunny day in the park, no rain, all day recess children on the basketball court two more picnic by the pond oblivious to politics, pundits, stock market, the price of oil, if America was, is or will ever be great childhood spring break happy to be away from school 4-2-24

  • Silhouette in the Sun

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    she sat by the open window her breasts uncovered reading Anais Nin he sat on the floor in the corner with a notebook perfecting his impersonation of Henry Miller writing a pulp fiction novel when the semester ended and the rent came due she moved home to her parents he moved to the coast and…

  • Bogeyman Boogaloo

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    (some James Whitcomb Riley channeling) Hush, little darlin’, don’t you cry, The Bogeyman won’t catch you and not I. He hides in shadows, dark and sly, A nice, warm, cozy bed our alibi. Close your eyes, my precious dear, Bogeyman can’t come near. Dream of stars, crystal clear, In our love, there’s naught to fear.…

  • How to Survive a Conversation with a Narcissist

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    Tell me your requirements for love and I will tell you that is not love. 12-20-23

  • Love in the time of chess

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    take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23

  • On the Way to Ixtlan

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    Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…