My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • The exile

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    unaffected by its lack of freedom songbird sings from its cage hanging on a hook In the corner you doze in the lap of 21st century luxury unwilling to sing because you feel uncomfortable 6-23-23

  • I do not own a gun

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    My two older sisters had matching dolls. I had cars and trucks, a Roy Rogers’ holster with a silver cap gun. I used to hide in their closet and played with their dolls when no one was around. My mother was a girl scout leader; I know all the songs. I belonged to the boy…

  • This is how it ends

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    like storm litter on the ground you’ll give up trying to hang on wind will push you from your perch someone will come and haul you away maybe you’ll rot in a landfill maybe you’ll ascend In fire pit smoke either way, when your time comes you’ll release your grip and flee 5-1-23

  • Monday morning tanka

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    mist upon water surface tension is broken small circles appear tiny waves rush together drops become one with the whole 4-24-23

  • Anatomy of a wave

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    She walks two sets of dogs each morning, rarely smiles or says a word in passing, waves from across the pond. You wonder how many emotional and physical acts of misogyny she has endured to bring her to this point and resolve to respect her downcast eyes and silence in passing and wave back from…

  • Holy Land

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    What makes a holy land: hardships, death or war? All is martyrdom. What makes a holy land: blood shed, torture or prison? All is a refugee camp. What makes a holy land: wilderness treks, epic eulogies and myths? All is mud untamed. What makes a holy land? It is living, loving and generations born? It…

  • Intercalary days

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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Intercalary days

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    cfblack
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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Wanna Be 20th Century Southern Belle in a 21st Century World

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    poem to commemorate the announcement of a South Carolina native daughter declaring she’s a candidate for president in 2024 Wet cat at the kitchen door your daddy’s house is empty; he don’t live here anymore. No collar to keep the fleas at bay, no Kittles and Bits, no sunny window sill soirée. You’ve never eaten…

  • What snapping turtles can teach us about politics

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    Adrift offshore a dole of turtles try to sunbathe on the same log. It rolls over each time one climbs up. They refuse to stop jostling and spinning for a place in the sun adrift offshore in a shallow, muddy pond 2-9-23