Category: in another poet’s style
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Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh
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
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Bogeyman Boogaloo
(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.…
My husband's poetry 