Category Archives: Poetry

Profusion

Posted on July 3, 2022 by sputterpub

What can I say that I haven’t already?How can I write that will trigger a thought?Too much assortment is making me heady,not in a manner I ever have sought.

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Deja Dread

Posted on July 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Approaching 2020 from two yearsbeyond that now, reviewing verse from then,I cringe because I know Covid appearswithin a month, to shorten lives of menand women, narrow presents, foment fears,to make of every habitat a pen.And though I’ve written daily since … Continue reading →

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Good Penalized

Posted on July 1, 2022 by sputterpub

I always travel light. I like to beas unencumbered as I can arrange.I want my back relaxed, my fingers free,and so for airplane comfort, I’ll exchangesome toiletries and extra shoes and gearfor compact case (I barely take enough).I savor foot … Continue reading →

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A Fan Fan

Posted on June 30, 2022 by sputterpub

A day of heat last week beset this place.The air was cooked to 25 degreesabove the usual. Like most, my spacehas no AC. The new catastrophesof climate change may prompt me to embracean installation that will chill a breeze.But I … Continue reading →

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Pit Stop

Posted on June 29, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel nervously. I’m best alone,and any quiet helps me get along.I leave with time to spare – I check my phonetoo often and I stress I’ve scheduled wrong.So I appreciate the hidden zonebetween two terminals, away from throng,where there’s … Continue reading →

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Buffer

Posted on June 28, 2022 by sputterpub

Morose comes close to capturing the toneI first encountered entering their place.Initially the mood, in loading zone,was almost joyful, and the greeting facewore happy looks from mouth to curving eyes.But when we left the car to eat our foodI sensed … Continue reading →

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Third Strike (America’s Game)

Posted on June 27, 2022 by sputterpub

I always thought the office overblown –Executive just means to make it work,and I when young or even fully grownsized up each President as ego jerk.Admittedly I was in fact impressedwith Congress as it processed Watergate,but that was then. Reality … Continue reading →

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A Saturday Down

Posted on June 26, 2022 by sputterpub

I flew away from home and then took ill.At first I thought it was the edibleI chewed so fast, but as fatigue went onand as the cough increased, it came to dawnon me I wasn’t free to sit and bea … Continue reading →

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Always You

Posted on June 25, 2022 by sputterpub

You showed that grumpy passion as a child,and even now you’re pushing 46your attitudes are anything but mild,and I no longer hunger for a fix.You’ve always been yourself – uniquely styled:impatient and decisive and a mixof hot and cold, of … Continue reading →

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Still Negative

Posted on June 24, 2022 by sputterpub

Still negative, although I’ve got a cough,and feel fatigue most every afternoon,my chatter with a doctor made me scoff –I’m tired cause I’m out of bed too sooneach morning, and the reason breathing’s offis hanging with a 5 year-old in … Continue reading →

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