My husband's poetry

Category: freedom

  • haiku for the mycelium within

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    deep within hard ground something desires to be free open up, let it out 5-29-25

  • Erasure poem

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    Reading the news, I thought I’d do an erasure poem with the Bill of Rights and soon I had an empty page. We need to take back and fill in the blanks with our rights before we forget we ever had them. Carve them on the backs of our hands and on our foreheads. Let…

  • For Mussolini’s partisans

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    How many souls have perished, because someone else believed war and violence was the answer and the working class must kill each other to prove their point? If you are going to suffer and die for someone else’s folly, it does not matter how you die, don’t be a tool of their oppression and take…

  • Freedom ain’t free

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    The house I grew up in was not the house I was born in so I have no lullaby memories, just themes songs of Romper Room, Howdy Doody, Captain Kangaroo and Sunday morning hymns in four part harmony. I weeded momma’s garden, took care of siblings, snuck out at night to run the neighborhood and…

  • Reading Anne Frank

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    I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25

  • mount up and fly

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    you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24

  • Unmoved

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    (a poem for Trans awareness day) in an overgrown garden half-hidden in the weeds a concrete statue of Mary stands unmoved and alone a point of meditation long forgotten the sun shines through the clouds in subtle pinks, blues and green lichen illuminates her face clouds return to block the sun her kindness gives me…

  • Slapstick

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    11/05 – some call me Polly Anna, because I am still an optimist – it’s only a part-time avocation ————————————————- Buster Keaton turned slapstick into an art form, Excuse me while I go hurt myself and Try to walk away oblivious to pain Humor is only allowed, if you laugh at yourself Just another form…