violence – Page 2 – My husband's poetry

I do not own a gun

May 5, 2023

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in childhood, determination, Family, violence

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…

H.O.R.S.E.

May 1, 2022

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cfblack

in animals, childhood, sports, violence

Who decided to spell H.O.R.S.E. that this was the way to see who was the best shot in the neighborhood? Today, I watched young kids play H.O.R.S.E. and doubt they ever rode a horse at summer camp or enjoyed Roy Rogers on TV Shoot to disarm and never to kill dreamed of crying High Oh…

meditations on the killing of Lorca

Apr 7, 2021

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cfblack

in animals, Birds, for another poet, violence

between the rise and fall the honk and wail of distant sirens high above the drone of ritual leaf blowing by bright vested park employees I still discern the call and response of birds chanting to the morning while on the ground looking up waiting for one of them to make a mistake a feral…

Late Fall night

Dec 14, 2020

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cfblack

in Fall, night, Racial & Social justice, violence, War & Politics

Ain’t we cool Ding dong ditch Grade school tough guys On a late fall night Get a lawyer Frivolous lawsuits GOP tough guys On a late fall night Buy a gun Parade in streets White hate tough guys On a late fall night Ain’t we cool Subvert the vote Whiney-ass losers On a late fall…

A One Sentence Poem Written on the Last Friday Before the First Tuesday of November 2020 and the Title Is Longer than the Poem’

Oct 30, 2020

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cfblack

in history, violence

If Tzar Nicholas Was His Own Rasputin, Would The Nobles Have Let Him Live? 10-30-20

The Deep sleep

Oct 23, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, dreams, inflation money poverty, Racial & Social justice, violence

Dreams of people dying, I can’t help Padlocked chain link kennels full of people Mothers crying for children Children crying for mothers Everyone has gone deaf Woman gathered up to chain on top of pedestals Try desperately to be left the fuck alone Revving motors on private yachts and jets I helped buy and I…

New from the Brothers Grimm

Sep 28, 2020

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cfblack

in Racial & Social justice, Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend, violence

Once upon a time In a sleepy backwater river town A young woman sleeps In her own apartment In her own bed In the middle of the night Men do not knock Or even say hello Break down her door Shoot her lover Kill her dead No one gets charged Wrapped in blue Nice and…

an anniversary meditation

Aug 9, 2020

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cfblack

in fear, holidays, sun, violence, War & Politics

dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild _____ on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect 70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace children, mothers, fathers a Shinto shrine and Catholic…

When the world became flat, again

Jul 2, 2020

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cfblack

in corporate America, frustration, history, ignorance, Racial & Social justice, violence

When the world became flat, again When science denial became in vogue When “the world’s equilibrium hath been upset” When billionaires received government assistance before the poor When separation of church and state became a lie When not paying taxes became a badge of honor When white supremacists crawled out of their holes When concentration…

If police were lifeguards

Jun 15, 2020

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cfblack

in Racial & Social justice, violence

Trained to save themselves recorded on cell phones drowning souls held under denied resuscitation I don’t know the code they speak, but I see it written on bodies caught in riptides of a fast receding tide 6-15-20

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