My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • Politics

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    Two old turtles try to sunbathe on the same log When one climbs up, they spin the other off If they’d cooperate, they might both succeed And enjoy their time in the sun 11-17-23

  • Apple sauce

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    I grow tired of social justice warriors on the right and on the left. Their quest for blemish free skin makes for tasteless fruit in my neighborhood grocery aisle I prefer to shop local. Greet the Trumper on the corner who helps everyone on the block and waves when he drives by and the non-traditional…

  • Batteries not included

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    engine roars to life throttle wide-open motorcycle manhood tickles his testicles two times ’round the park sunning turtles plop back in water tiny waves replicate towards far shore reflected sun neons low-hanging limbs one more time around the park to make sure everyone knows he has a big bike throttle wide-open motorcycle masturbation tickles his…

  • Chocolate croissants

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    Sharing chocolate croissants with a friend, you count seconds between lightning and thunder, talk about safety in the coming storm. Jets from the airbase fly practice runs overhead, shake trees, grow quivering concentric circles in your cup of tea. Your friend tells you he heard in Gaza fighter jets fly faster than sound and if…

  • The art of war

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    If I could host an antiseptic war I’d arm them all with paint guns Make them go outside to play When recess is over Winners get ice cream and Dominion over the playground Losers live to play another day They all go home by dinner time Hug mom and dad, sisters and brothers Sleep in…

  • The deluge

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    I lied awake all night, listened to it rain, fell asleep again and again and dreamed unfitfully. ____ I dreamed all the mourning mothers of all the wars ever fought gathered in the next world and held a wake filled with songs of grief. The walls of heaven’s mansions shook and fell to dust. They…

  • Abraham’s altar

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    Puffy white clouds, speckled sunlight, still waters on the pond. Belly full of human cargo glides above my head. Happy friends and family await its safe arrival at airport. I live a blessed and peaceful life in a green, green world. ____ I read today that Ishmael and Isaac’s children Are re-enacting a sacrificial passion…

  • A free meal is never free

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    barking dog welcomes daylight lone bird calls in the bush …failure to communicate a fenced animal cannot understand freedom It only wants to be set free 10-1-23