Category: Poem
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Colorful Nature Walk
I could ramble on about yesterday’s rain – it was like a waterspout A deluge from some dark blue clouds But me and my pup still got out We drove one mile up to Lakewood Park Though the sky was dark, we strolled I was happy the rain wasn’t cold We walked behind the baseball…
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Lifting Weights
I was just going about my day In the garage, moving some weights If you stop and think about it, it’s a little strange That one could draw happiness from moving heavy things But while I was curling hamstrings I remembered suddenly my own fate I am going to die Just this morning I sat,…
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Boxes & Lines
I’ve always loved boxes and lines They keep things in, keep things out Order is what it’s always been about But the older I get, the more I find That things don’t always fit Curves seem to be more prominent The clock is, after all, just a circle with some numbers Coffins are boxes too…
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The GYN Office
The windows are pretty I sit on the table, feeling a bit sticky I’m normally cold Guess I’m gettin’ old My heart is racing I’m thinking about getting up and pacing But then again I’m naked, clothed only by some thin paper-sheet pink It flummoxes me that any woman could think this is a good…
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Don’t Be a Cactus
We were in the coffee shop Among flowering plants The guy wouldn’t stop Elephant ears, cattails, florals Verdant greens, blooming blues, and tropical corals The young guy was blabbering, cursing, talking so loudly A skinny kid in the corner was pouting My presence was certainly creating a problem for someone Me and my friends were…
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Getting Ready
All my life I’ve been getting ready Since I woke at 5 this morning, I’ve been going steady And all week I’ve been waiting for this afternoon I ran, lifted weights, swept, and even washed the spoons And you know what, I’ve been waiting for June Just like I was waiting for April I think…
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Death in April
You died in April I was sitting at the table I heard my mother cry While my father went about his life Why does death, even for the old, puncture like a knife? I think about your seed: my family It seems none of us can talk candidly No, we prefer skydiving and moonlighting Me,…
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The Minted Printer
The commercial advertised all of life’s major events A young girl turned woman living in it Candles, balloons, graduation caps, dresses, hospital gowns Each milestone printed on an announcement whenever she turned around A postcard, a memento of each step The computer printer tried to keep up with each breath But at some point the…
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Aorta Branches
I noticed that tree looks like an abdominal aorta I may be the only person who notices that And maybe my old study buddy We’re both doctors – sorta Too much time in the anatomy books Makes nature and everything take on some strange looks But I love to get out in it Any time…
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Don’t Ever Die
I’d always thought it was you I go through the house each day and pick up your shoes Along with all the other things you leave behind: a half-filled coffee cup in the bathroom – plus the one from the day before – and the one from the day before that Your coffee cup collection…
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