Author Archives: sputterpub

She Plans to Wait

She plans to wait, she tells herself, to starta program of improvement, picks a datea week away: a number set apart.She plans to wait. She’ll do it for reflection’s mirror mate,and lower blood pressure, and stronger heart.She’ll leap before the … Continue reading →

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I Didn’t Change

I didn’t change, but their perceptions did,now I’m so old nobody’s acting mean.My parents tried to govern me as kid,and peers applied full pressure to this teen.I tried some weak compliance but I failed –it bored and led to self-dislike’s … Continue reading →

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Recess

As far as I know no one’s angry at me.(I haven’t offended, I guess).I’m not used to blameless (and don’t want to be),but I sure enjoy the recess.

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Mixed Feeling

All of a sudden Madam’s sounding wise.Can she be aging to smart?I’ve gotten so expert at loathe and despise –must I adopt a new art?Just when she’s nearly defeated belief,I’m starting to think I’ll be feeling some grief.

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All Hail the Bin Emptiers

It’s good they empty bins on holidays,because we missed the service here all week.The water workers blocked the block both ways,when we had extra garbage from the slobswho occupied upstairs, who said the phrase“I’m sorry” glibly while they never sharedfacilities … Continue reading →

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Striding on the High Road

Stand up or duck down.I don’t have to say much more.You know how you are.

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Stepping Up

Co-residents moved out of this address,who never did the slightest common chore.They gathered years of junk and stuffed their messinto and near our bins, and left it forthe rest of us to clear out (meaning me,for somehow all my neighbors … Continue reading →

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Heed

A broken clock’s correct two times a day.So though a friend said you give good advice,on every topic you’ve too much to say(and anyway, that friend is imprecise).A thousand words may hit on wisdom twice,but that’s no cause or reason … Continue reading →

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Ever Angry

It’s understood we’ve stages in our griefwhen someone we have loved exists no more.But what of institutions? My beliefis we’ll experience one less than four.Denial and depression are for sure,but who would nod or bargain? Compromiseis futile and acceptance isn’t … Continue reading →

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Self-Knowledge

A better editor is hard to find.That’s how she knows her poetry is good.And as she grew to understand her mind,she learned to disregard external should.Attempting to comply with rules designedto modulate was boring – sisterhoodpolicing put her off and … Continue reading →

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