Short Cubby Poems

I was putting my things in my cubby.
Second grade, young, and not yet chubby.
Somehow I stood there
In my nighty-night wear,
I cried while asleep, “Dear God, help me!”

© July 21, 2010...

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sun,
the cycle is complete.
the eager, creative young man is gone.
say hello to the conformist
whose victory is the other one's defeat.

sun,
his mind is gone.
cubed by the hemming concrete walls,
boxed by air-conditioned cubby-holes
he does not know why he runs.

sun,
does this happen to everyone?

(mar 79)...

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Edward Snowden

When Edward Snowden* snowed in,
no one thought it a sin,
save the snooping sultans  who froze.
When on the run or cubby-holed, for friends, he had only  woes.

11  jul 13, Clerihew


* Eddy is a former NSA systems analyst who recently leaked details of U.S and British top secret mass surveillance programs....

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Black as a panther he was a tween cat
taking literally my front porch welcome mat
my inside dogs not welcoming him in
I fed him outside much to the cats chagrin,

One day we heard some meows in our hallway
opening up the a/c filter cubby hole with no delay
finding the stray cat inside we were amazed
having crept up inside from our crawl space!





8-20-17...

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In the car cubby,
Phones collide with each other 
I'm feeling chubby 

You build up your might
To start a play fight with me
Don't mean to be mean

As best friends and more,
We are two peas in a pod
I'm feeling skinny

You cheer me up some
We laugh and argue...cuddle...
And TMI things 

Youngest in family 
We are a match - say hello
Phones match, all dandy...

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At the deep shelf of night
a niche
a cubby-hole of stillness

Somewhere a hunt is on
somewhere there is death and feeding
but in this hollow mouth of the cosmos
you can rest
within your eyes
be not stung blind by any blood hungers

Here you can sleep on a bed of starlight
forget yourself
and this lovely savage planet

Everywhere there is a kind of peace
as the mind watches itself
looking
just looking...

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The widows
Poignant thoughts
Dreams and hopes
War torn
Distant past 
Life's cut in 
half
Cubby hole
Spiders web
Sitting all alone
Crazy maze
In a daze
Life stood still
 that 
Very day
Days of bluesy 
Jazz tunes
Miles made me
Smile some
Blowing solos 
During
Halfmoon at 
Halfmast in
Contrast
Still lifes 
Ecthed in
Black and
White
Details of
Long ago
Brought back
To life again 
Once 
More.....

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The youngest Mouseketeers, they were
The ones who sang goodbye.
If you watched “Mickey Mouse Club,”
You’d remember if you try.

Her long blond curls and winsome smile
Had cross-the-board appeal
And pairing them together
Really seemed to seal the deal.

Though Cubby lives, I just found out
That Karen’s, sadly, gone,
So “now it’s time to say goodbye;”
Her memory lives on.

Karen Pendleton (8/1/46 – 10/6/19)
Cubby O’Brien (7/14/46 -)...

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