My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • small town Norma Jean

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    I have a friend with a body electric Curves geometry theorems cannot define She wants to be famous And once acted in a vanity film, The director and his band of mighty men Covered in fake gore She gets calls for after hour non-speaking roles Complains when her body is all he sees Falls asleep…

  • ‘Why Corporate America Can’t Fill Job Slots’

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    or ‘Post-COVID Management 101’ ================================== He checks his computer, Makes sure all the metrics Are met, Gets up to walk Past rows of cubicles Filled with loyal subjects, He likes the sound of laughter When he tells a joke, Their nods of subservience, And goes back to his cubicle, Muttering under his breath, “It’s good…

  • space station roulette

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    What if, while up in the space station Russia and the US decide to come to blows and one side decides the cost of winning or losing is too much to bear and nuclear war breaks out? When the occupants of the space station return to their dead planet, do they choose up sides, again…

  • her eyes

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    You remember the look in her eyes the day she came into your office holding his hand to tell you today was her last day of work. He said they were moving to make a new start. She asked for prayers and you said of course. You handed her your card. He placed it in…

  • meditation on current events

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    Miss Piggy posed with her cleavage, her derriere and a giant green frog. Kermit puckered for the cameras; she looked away. Paparazzi called out Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! again and again and again. She tossed him in the weeds and exclaimed, Prince Charming is a myth. 9-11-22

  • Parking lot civics

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    Last night, I dreamed of the old man who used to rest his hand on my head while talking with dad in the parking lot after church. He lived in an old clapboard farmhouse where gravel turned to blacktop and subdivisions grew among the corn. Rooted in old settler stock, he ran for state legislature…

  • 21st century fairytale

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    After the kiss of COVID dried on her face mask Sleeping Beauty’s eye lids fluttered open She looked into the lecherous eyes of Prince Retail, Rolled over and went back to sleep 9-12-22

  • Synopsis: Epstein Emails

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    Men afraid of full-bodied empowered women purchase little girl hips pretending they are powerful if only for a moment 11-13-25

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 11-12-25 ‘Dear Congress’ We are your…