Category Archives: Poetry

My Fussiness

Posted on November 24, 2021 by sputterpub

One of the reasons I seldom read verseis cause I can’t help seeing lazy mistakes.And modern pop lyrics amount to much worse –they’re staler than yesterday morning’s pancakes.

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A Small Difference

Posted on November 23, 2021 by sputterpub

Our mothers are identical in waysthat no one sane would ever brag about.They’re narcissistic fixers who don’t praise;they’re shoppers who would gladly drag us outto malls or outlets anxious to exchangethe bulk of stuff they brought home recently.They think they’re … Continue reading →

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Magic Feather

Posted on November 22, 2021 by sputterpub

My magic feather was the exercise.I thought I had to move to find a themeto write about and wax a little wise,but even in this sedentary stream,I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.I can’t retard the process if I tried,and … Continue reading →

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Enforced Rest

Posted on November 21, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m nearly well but here to tell fatigue,less caused by age or illness than by work.I solo-cared for two, and I’m beleag-uered by exhaustion now I plan to lurkalone in silence and refrain from taskor errand, staying home and keeping … Continue reading →

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Persimmon

Posted on November 20, 2021 by sputterpub

Persimmon leaves turndownward and to shades of blaze,fall-ready to fall.

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Personal Magic

Posted on November 19, 2021 by sputterpub

600 days before I caught a cold,which took me down a peg for near a week,but I’m recovered now it’s time to holdmyself accountable, and exercise.I’m coming back improved, determined, boldenough to see a future healthily.Apparently the signs can be … Continue reading →

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Return to Coffee

Posted on November 18, 2021 by sputterpub

Now coffee’s back in hand and appetite.For days it put me off – though hot and black,my morning nectar wasn’t tasting right.Now coffee’s back. I’m old and hypertension could attackmy health. I thought I’d cut caffeine to fightthe creeping weakness … Continue reading →

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The Power Grid Ending

Posted on November 17, 2021 by sputterpub

My internet went down the other night.My lightbulbs flickered and they gave a blink.The grid that gives us grist for heat and lightis failing more and limping more and old.The infrastructure’s folding from a heightwe used to brag about and … Continue reading →

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Animal Epithets

Posted on November 16, 2021 by sputterpub

I aim to be polite and even nice.I mostly try avoiding talking crass.I’m into using language that’s precise,so I think you’re behaving like an ass.That’s not applied to women (unlike witch),but much more accurate for you than bitch.

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Sick Day

Posted on November 15, 2021 by sputterpub

A little ill, I’m taking Monday off.I will not work or exercise today.My cold has now matured into a cough,and I prescribe long rest, computer play,an easy book with nothing wise to say,avoiding interactions I won’t miss,and soup. I plan … Continue reading →

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