Alan Buckholtz Poems

Each moment of hope
a lifetime of despair
I starved on the empty plate
of my heart in disrepair
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How should I act
you’re watching
do I need to care
you’re listening
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Stumbling My Way

I feel a silent turbulence in a troubled head
of misting memories shedding darker mornings
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My history a blur
an ordinary journey
on embattled terrain
my feeble heart
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I miss a place
I’ve never been before
a place that’s
a part of me
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What is happening here?
are you feeling
the exquisite tension of need?
unbearable tenderness –
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Summer passions
sliding off melting sunlight
crisp browning leaves
Winter's warning
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night sheds itself
searching for dawn
oceans roar
in a teardrop
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As I think about retiring
my youth I think of rehiring
with its party nights and flirty days
tomorrow was a distant haze
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had a dog
whose name was hog
had a cat
whose name was rat
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