Husband Prose Poetry Poems

The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen...

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The antiquated train station in Omaha could make a marvelous house
Are you kidding? My spouse asked. You are kidding, right?
I was not kidding, my mind...

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My sanctuary is my art studio, which we carved out of our garage.
I have paints, canvases, brushes, and loads of glitter.
It’s my creative place where...

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You may call me Mrs. V the woman told new workers.
I am the manager, so I manage what you do.
She is also an overseer, and...

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What are the modern names of the nations of both the Edomites and the Ismaelites?
The modern nation of both the Moabites and the Ammonities is...

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I never did like old people
Still don’t
Which is why I never plan to be one.
I stayed in my art studio, painting up a storm

Got nine...

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There was an old man who disliked the world
Anyway, he pretended it because he was soft.
If a salesman was selling igloos, he would buy.
So, to...

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We were accustomed to being in the military living in the
barracks, having inspections and following the rules.
Yet, at summer's zenith, my sweetheart and I and...

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When Daddy brought Serena a wolf pup
He did not realize what would happen
When the pup grew up and became her guardian

Serena did not have to...

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Other wives watched Shirley kiss her husband good-bye.
Every Monday through Friday at the train station.
As if it was going to be the last good-bye.
They could...

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drove for thirty minutes to the subway station, took a train for forty minutes, got into another for only ten minutes, and reached Queen's Park....

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pharmacy sign says small wait
we have never seen this before
my husband says “it will be okay”
He has to be home in twenty-one minutes
I tell him...

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I am in the doctor’s office
waiting for my husband having his usual checkup
three people are having conversations
with other people using cellphones
you want to see the...

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I can’t do this again
Memories go down the lane
Of our meeting
Looking at the Angel approach in the form of man

Handsome, cool and caring
That no woman...

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Helena has been rambling for nearly twenty minutes.
I have her blathering on speaker.
I barely listen as I paint my canvas.
Some conversation about her neighbor Ruth
Ruth...

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