Category: Poem
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Welcome, Fall
The summer is ending Leaves are drying up Sun setting sooner Water temperature dropping Time isn’t stopping No. It’s marching, as they say Forward to the future Here it is, September My soul beckons the fall I doubt my old friends remember me at all For it’s now been three summers ago When we are…
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Joseph
I read his obituary today It was short and belated He was only 38 Something in his wake has me frustrated I knew more about him than the post revealed But I didn’t really know him, did I? In that small memo his spirit appealed He was morbidly overweight Could barely breathe as he walked…
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I Look to You
Sometimes I wonder why You bother If I’m being honest There’s a lot wrong here I know it’s nothing new You’ve seen all these problems before The greed and the hate Injustice abounds The scales aren’t balanced It seems there’s no righteousness to be found There’s doors and walls, locks for a reason Weapons in…
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Myrtle
Myrtle You look like you are crying But your head is happy It’s puffy and pink, interspersed with green A pretty lady making a scene But your legs are crusty , worn, and weathered You’re scaling, shedding, falling apart Pink petals on the ground Coming undone, You work of art Maybe you know fall is…
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It’s Your Life
Make your life what you want If you find yourself complaining, stop and reflect Ask, “Why am I bored, angry, sad?” For it’d be a shame to look back and regret the life you had I used to make sandwiches for six dollars an hour When I was sixteen I’m glad I listened to my…
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Farewell, Dear Friend
Here we are In the middle of the Eastern Atlantic Halfway between Boston and Florida Beaches, prayers, bicycles, teenage antics Friends for half a life It’s been awesome, nothing short of nice. Virginia. Norfolk. Ocean View. Here’s a reflection on the state of me and you It looks a bit like a final summer sunset…
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Writer’s Block
There’s a block in my way It’s invisible But I know it’s there Just like air Every day It stands in my path And makes me miserable Maybe it’s why I clean the house And run and read Looking for motivation or inspiration Trying to wiggle around the frustration But I’m left still dreaming About…
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Outpouring of a Melted Heart
There are no words There are no songs or poems, dances or talks No deeds or gifts That could precisely say The way I feel because of what You’ve done You told me what happened Through imperfect people You wrote the story Liars and cowards, the fearful, the sick, the “enemy” Somehow through this history…
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An Old Friend’s Birthday
It’s your birthday today I texted you this morning – a happy one The text message ratios are my three to your none But love doesn’t keep score You’re moving on, anyway I just really miss how it was before Hanging out on a whim Trips and runs, card games and fun Coffee shops, good…
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Shattered Glass
I drove to your house yesterday Interstate and back roads A Sunday afternoon in May Dinner with you and your husband But not like how it used to be Your husband is new The house is too You show us your house And you seem happy I try to be too But wish we could…
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