My husband's poetry

Category: Song/Singer

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • Spongebobia

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    last night I saw Dick Van Dyke smiling in a crowd he leaped high into the air did a prat fall and lay dead as everyone applauded his last performance I stood nearby while Mary Tyler Moore and Mary Poppins tried to get him to resurrect this morning I lay in bed watching the sky…

  • Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh

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    above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23

  • 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.…

  • The 5th dimension

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    someone wrote, we are star dust, we are golden sang about a new age dawning I’m okay with that, but not in the twinkle, twinkle kinda way I imagine mad, Van Gogh pinwheel galaxies colliding dying stars gone super nova disappear into black holes reappear as new beginnings over and over again imploding and exploding,…

  • Listening to Chopin

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    in a bass line of minor chords slowly dying of consumption I hear his soul reach up with a high note saying wait I’m not dead yet I am still here. 5/25/24

  • Ode to Billie Joe

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    Was it living up on Choctaw Ridge, Tallahatchie Bridge, Billie Joe MacAllister or something thrown off the bridge last week. Was it the river that flows below it all or the empty space between that spoke to Bobbie Gentry 6/23/24