My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Jenga romance

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    (Poem written to the prompt, Demolition) ‘Jenga Romance’ Every morning, they took out knives, and hand-crafted Jenga blocks, stacked them on the table until they had a classic set. Every evening, they took turns in a game of demolition. She texted him from her office to make his move. Tired of the ruse that the…

  • a snake eating its tail

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    every end is a beginning of something new accept it and move on obsess over an ending and you may miss a new beginning 9-2-23

  • Festival dancer

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    low slung pants, mid-riff top rainbow painted eyes dances at the stage with lighted hoops moves to music in hips and feet she lives in the moment, the movement and the adulation little girls love her and she loves them back 8-20-23

  • requiem for a K-Mart shopper

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    At a Blue Light Special, they met. Only one sub sandwich left. He offered to share. She accepted. Decades later, He sat beside her hospice bed Praying to share her pain. His doctor advised him to avoid Cheap lunch meat and white bread; He does not care anymore. At the Walmart Subway counter He pays…

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • The burnishing

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    “My first counsel is this, possess a pure, kind and radiant heart” (Baha’u’llah) crow in woods torments squirrel at bird feeder neither of them will quit neither of them will win trauma of growing up love and hate relationships do not go away there is no finish line no final tabulation sum of victory and…