My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • Putin’s myth

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    cfblack
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    King Midas possessed a golden touch Turned daughters and friends to gold Lived at arm’s length with the world His kingdom shunned him Starved for love Unable to eat his riches – almost dead 10-3-22

  • Needing a news break

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    cfblack
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    Reading the news, I remember how my parents drew nearer death and seemed to take on a different glow telling childhood stories When missiles approach Kyiv do the souls at ground zero take on a special glow before they incinerate? 10-17-22

  • Tanka about raking leaves during Fall elections

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    cfblack
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    occasionally a dead leaf falls on your pile don’t applaud too loud it’s only a random act and will never be the norm 10-26-22

  • Upon a hill

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    cfblack
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    Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…

  • Akkadian bricks

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    cfblack
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    in the annuals of men I read atrocities numbers of dead names of survivors who they were does not exist broken refashioned in fire their history hidden in the glazing who they were does not exist living is not survival names of dead numbers of living who they were does not exist 9-8-25

  • May Day 1971, Washington, DC

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    Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…

  • Unity poem

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    cfblack
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    society’s fabric woven in a coming together then turning away then together, again back and forth again and again until our entwinement is irreversible tied together in whole cloth we are as strong of our weakest thread the health of one the strength of all 8-12-25

  • Raking leaves during Fall elections

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    cfblack
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    a tanka about raking leaves during fall elections: occasionally a dead leaf falls on your pile don’t applaud too loud it’s only a random act and will never be the norm 10-26-22