Tag Archives: Poetry

The Houseguest

Posted on July 18, 2022 by sputterpub

My 5-year old best buddy spent the night.Among the stuff he brought – a cuddle friendas long as he, he toted, bedded, whiteand orange, sleepy-faced, and at the endabandoned, on departure out of sighta moment, left for me to apprehend.It’s … Continue reading →

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Offensiphilia

Posted on July 17, 2022 by sputterpub

What do you think ofyou? Yes? Then why so willingto be offended?

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Frayed Fix

Posted on July 16, 2022 by sputterpub

A little frayed on Friday afternoon,unraveling a bit, and at loose ends,unable to relax or to communewith indignation from my kids and friends,I forced myself to walk five blocks, and soonrecovered equanimity. The blendsof breeze on quiet gardens soft-erasedunease, reminding … Continue reading →

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She Plans to Wait

Posted on July 15, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on July 14, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on July 13, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on July 12, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on July 11, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on July 10, 2022 by sputterpub

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

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Stepping Up

Posted on July 9, 2022 by sputterpub

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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