Category: Poem
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Screamin’
Hey kid, why are you screamin’ I was sitting in my front yard dreamin’ When you interrupted It sounds like Mount St. Helens erupted I can only imagine what your face looks like And how your mom must feel Disgusted Seriously, what’s your deal How long till you discover That there are others Go ahead…
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The Obituaries
The letters haunt me at night They’re why I wake up at 2 am in a fright They’re etched in my brain and tattooed in my palms I can recite the stories like psalms But I wish these endings weren’t permanent Obituaries, death’s testament Black letters on gray I hold them like cards every Sunday…
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Animal Friends
I’m just like that yellow crowned night heron Standing in the front yard starin’ As raindrops fall in the evening There’s a little bit of sunlight in the distance beaming Or is it a streetlight Half the sky is dark, half of it’s bright Sort of what my soul is like I walk my dog…
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Oh, Shin!
Let’s go to the ocean Oh, shin! – like the license plate said My shins are sore Let’s go to the Atlantic We’re not poor And I’m not pedantic So on a Saturday afternoon we dropped everything We played on the rings At the ocean That storm off the coast made the waves roar From…
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Dog Beach
He said it so explicitly “At 10 o’clock this becomes a people beach” They rode red four-wheelers and they wore all black It was like something out of Revelation They were stern, uttered the law without hesitation I nodded in assent Climbed the dune with my pup then made the descent Spectacular in a word…
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The Road and the Sky
I like to sit at the intersection and watch the cars go by I wonder where everyone’s going What’s on their minds That lady behind the wheel, does she have it all together Or does she have a migraine Exacerbated by the rap music in the car beside her Or the neon pink minivan’s headlights…
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SWD Syndrome
It was worth the wait She asked me what he ate I thought back on the week Pot roast, Canadian goose poo, a washed-up fish, maybe a couple chips Blue Buffalo savory stew, and of course, his usual shish kabob desserts But I told her I’d cut back on his treats I didn’t know why…
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Medals
What happens to gold medals when their beholders die Every next generation sets its eyes I ran a race this morning, just a local 5k I saw my contender at the start line – she led the whole way I couldn’t catch her It was one of those games where everyone gets a trophy I…
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Apology
Can I keep my mouth shut My words are a people repellant I don’t mean them to be I was just seeking out some connectivity But what I said lacked intelligence Was it a dagger I feared right when I said it Ah! I’m kicking myself Facepalm – you didn’t see it How the thoughtless…
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Ashtray Personality
He was monotoned just before he hung up the phone She said, “he’s got the personality of an ashtray” Her best friend told her, “But you like him anyway” Their relationship was acrid She wondered how he could be so placid About her weight, about her blood pressure and headaches Did he even care about…
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