Tag Archives: Poetry

No Colds

Posted on December 28, 2020 by sputterpub

A year ago I thought I caught a cold,except it never moved the way mine do.Bronchitis didn’t come. My body toldme virus penetrated, moving throughmy upper torso to pollute my gut.I’m old and never felt that way till then.It took … Continue reading →

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Year End

Posted on December 27, 2020 by sputterpub

The beat goes on no matter what we do.Tomorrow keeps on following today.Supposing we recover and get throughcatastrophes that press on us, we maybe certain new emergencies will rise,predictable, erupting in surprise,demanding smart response or dreadful fee,and modifying paths for … Continue reading →

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Cough

Posted on December 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Apparently there’s peril in a cough,if chronic and emitted by an oldex-smoker who asserts she knocked it offbut still bums hits (her habit is paroledwhich should be locked for life). It isn’t boldto finally and permanently steminhaling smoke. My breath … Continue reading →

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I Couldn’t Have Been More Wrong

Posted on December 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I thought I had good teeth.I felt my hands were handsome, in my prime.I didn’t dream of damage far beneathmy gums, or plumpness suctioned out by time.I thought my lumbar wouldn’t give me pain –my bottom-heavy … Continue reading →

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One Medical

Posted on December 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I hadn’t seen a doctor in two years.I know I’m wearing old and should be screened,but mine retired. I was in arrearstwo months before the virus intervened. I found a new practitioner and wentlast week to meet and check my … Continue reading →

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Lame Duck Season

Posted on December 23, 2020 by sputterpub

The CEO of cowards is a rat.He never was a winner – he’s a wimp.We’re looking at a drake that has a limp. Resembling the mean guy in a fratwho hazes with the morals of a pimp,the CEO of cowards … Continue reading →

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Wardrobe

Posted on December 22, 2020 by sputterpub

I never owned designer clothes or shoes,but still I used to ponder what to wear.To look all right and feel okay, I’d choosemy outfit carefully. I didn’t careabout the latest styles, but I tooksome time and effort when I made … Continue reading →

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December 21

Posted on December 21, 2020 by sputterpub

The winter solstice is upon us now –today we have the shortest span of light.We mark the start of winter, and allowourselves provisions to endure the night.Tomorrow brings us longer light, and thensucceeding days will lengthen daytime’s rule.The sun is … Continue reading →

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Pan Future

Posted on December 20, 2020 by sputterpub

When we’re beyond this virus, will we lookat all the agony that we’ve endured,and then conclude that, really, what it tookwas waiting to by pharmacies be cured?And for the next disease that sweeps the worldby global interaction, must we duckinside … Continue reading →

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Temp

Posted on December 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to be plumper and seldom felt cold.I liked 68 degrees.But now I’ve lost weight and I’ve gotten so old,my hands every afternoon freeze. I’ve always liked winter for hunkering in.I’m fond of the fireplace view.But now with my … Continue reading →

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