Category: Poem
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Runaway Poems
My poems have been running away Did you know that words have feet? Like little sand fiddler crabs all my ideas retreat When it’s time to write, I don’t have much to say At least not much worth reading But maybe that’s not the point It’s like yoga and breathing I forget to breathe Yesterday,…
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Cross & Casket
We drove past the church on the way to the beach Along that quiet back road And far off I heard some tires screech There was a cross out front, immersed in bright flowers The beaming sun seemed to highlight it, a few days after Easter I thought about the Gospels, of the first followers…
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The Pull-Up Bar
The pull-up bar is sometimes hard to pull up to But I’ve been doing it for years, it’s nothing new It’s a round piece of metal, about an inch thick On rough days I have to try not to kick So I let my legs dangle, crossed at the ankle, and I look like a…
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I’m Gonna Bring You with Me
We don’t need to go to the grocery store And malls are obsolete Kids don’t hang out, anyway I’m happy to have you, for sure For a moment you’ll be small and weak I’ll hold you for a few days Life always goes on – for those who are alive We’re meant to explore and…
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Anxiety Pollen
My anxiety likes to mimic the pollen I brush it off but it keeps fallin’ It’s on my pants It’s in the car! It’ll find me wherever I am Yellow is the stuff Whatever I’m afraid of, it is but dust The mindset that I won’t have enough Or that all will be lost I…
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My Cadbury Bunny
I have my very own Cadbury bunny With me, he comes running We escape off to the abandoned golf course on the edge of the city He romps about – he’s so giddy Among the dandelions When the wind blows over the verdant hills, it feels like we’re flyin’ His ears are soft and folded …
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Tear Here
My husband has said more than once that he’d like to be an actor in a commercial In particular, a confounded actor who cannot get over a certain hurdle You know what it’s like When you drop your car keys into the abyss of your car seat Or when you can’t twist the cap off…
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Spring Thanksgiving
I just want to say it That everything You touch, everything You make Is my favorite All the flowering trees with teacup-shaped leaves and purple buds I don’t know their names But this time each year they come back the same Just like Your faithfulness All the news is about how the world’s a mess …
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Death by Neighbor
I was riding my bike past the church this morning Cycling is a great way of touring The neighborhood On a pretty Sunday morning in spring, the sights and smells are good I was praying but no one would know it Thinking of what it means to really love people – and how to show…
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The Sadness of the Madness
I’ve been thinking about the sadness Of one of my favorite things – March Madness There’s so many losers, so many hopes deferred It makes the heart sick, I’m sure I remember when playing college basketball was my dream But at that level, everyone was good, it seemed It’s a tough sport when you’re only…
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