My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • Dear Pinochio

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    I don’t know what a real little boy is only that they grow into a man and I don’t know what a real man is supposed to be View Post only that crickets stop talking to you and reality is not make believe and there is no happily ever after 2-4-2024

  • Now

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    “Be anxiously concerned with the needs of the age ye live in, and centre your deliberations on its exigencies and requirements.” (Baha’u’llah) you can’t escape the forecast war is breaking out in Asia, the Middle East, Russia is being Russia, again and again and again everything screams increased crime and you don’t own a ring…

  • Tiny tongues, or, the unnamed wife of Lot

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    Ancient editors playing God, left the unnamed wife of Lot looking back at friends As they were incinerated Her body magically turned to salt, PowerPoint lesson plan for cautionary sermons For disobedient wives I much prefer the Greek version where Orpheus accepts the blame When Eurydice is turned to salt If I were an ancient…

  • 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…