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A Family Feud

Like children
fighting in hell
battle of bad mouth
action call for name-picking

Anger boil temper
fist of hand in a display
a frown on the face
rumor spread all over

Bring to a disaster
with quarrel comes
to a fighting war
create conflicts and chaotic

A revisit with thought
of reflecting understanding
bring love and respect
that ties the bond together

Children of the Homeland

When silver streaks storm the sky
and gray smoke fills their homeland,
I wonder what children are told
to help them understand.

When parents try to save children's lives
while terrorized on their homeland,
I wonder what children are told
to help them understand.

When there is no bread, no water,
no nourishment in their homeland,
I wonder what children are told
to help them understand.

The Last Poem I Will Write About You

it’s funny how suddenly spring comes,
and I don’t hear your voice whistling my name in the winds,
and my favorite songs don’t remind me of you in the slightest.

It’s funny how this time last year, I was madly, deeply in love,
and now? I could not be in love with you if I tried,
for how can you love someone you don’t even know?

Did you cut your hair? How are your classes?
I will not ask, but that doesn’t mean I’m not secretly curious.
Still, please do not tell me; when I don’t hear you in the wind I hear songbirds instead.

Shoe Stories

In the evening we walk backwards
To nowhere in particular
Collecting shoe stories.

Avenues and alleys blind
Old haunts that no one wants
They remain like a stalker.

Shoes of patent leather pounded
Pavements blister bloody red
Small rocks our shoes collected.
Full of painful pebbles

Tripping and stumbling,
Treading and re-treading.
Regretful and remembering,
Walk right back to the beginning.
Walking backwards all evening
Collecting the Shoe stories.

When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.

Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found yours truly (me)
blithely consuming delicious
cold iced latte, complete
with a frothy layer
of milk and a touch of sugar.

Lower gastrointestinal war civil
immediately declared
because yours truly beleaguered
by lactose intolerance.


Daddy are monsters real?
My daughter asks with pleading eyes.
which melt my heart of carbon steal
as desert sun begins to rise.

There was a time I'd have said no
But age has taught me the hard facts.
Should I tell her what I know
Monsters are made by their acts.

How can one say they don't dwell
everywhere Hamas roams.
Monsters sent to us from hell
to destroy our hopes and homes.

Ship of fools!

Set sail for the falls
as lemmings to the sea.
With a broken resolution
we pretend that we can't see!
Taken on a ride
by a governors decree.
Blindly we await
an untimely destiny.
If we won't raise our voices
and declare our unity.
We'll find our own upending
on a cold steel salty breeze.


"Where are we going?" his young daughter asked.

"To cheer up some of my friends," he replied.

"They seem to be a lot of work for you," she offered with concern.

"Yes," he said, “You’re right. The very best kind of work."

Warning- I'm Done

Don't cry to me,
when she breaks your heart.
Don't cry to me,
you were told from the start.

Your self-serving prophecy,
for a down payment,
a disgusting choice,
"what she can do for me!"

You can't call something trash,
pull it from the can,
and by some miraculous flash,
expect it to act any other way.

Don't call me,
when it's over.
I could care less.
Don't call me, ever.

We both know your nothing but a lie.

Leap Year

Today I took a leap --

I jumped over the fence
It really made no sense

I vaulted over fire
(I wish I'd vaulted higher!)

I sprang into the pond
I failed to spring beyond

I bound across the field
Broke up the farmer's yield

I skipped over a crack
Of course, I threw my back

I hopped into my bed
To ease my dizzy head

No more leaping for me, I fear
Even if it is a leaping year


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