Cj Heck Poems

The moments are rare,
but when the mower is silent
and the hammer and nails
have joined the drill
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we dine at times
in orchid splendor
with pheasant under glass
fine china
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Naive little things, words,
yet so effective when strung together
breathing romance
and fading loneliness
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Mama, am I pretty?
'Why do you ask', she said.
She held me gently to her,
and kissed me lightly on my head.
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Do I remember you
from so many years ago?

The man with a gentle touch
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Help!
Monsters in my closet!
Monsters in the hall!
Monsters underneath my bed!
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Red-coated lady
waiting for a bus,
hat pulled down
to hide a swelling
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Ever notice how some people
bounce in and out of your life
like a red rubber ball?
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Tell me once more you love me.
Hold me again like you care.
Let me reach for you in the darkness
and please, please, find you there.
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Bats can hit a baseball.
Girls can bat their eyes.
But the bats I want to talk about
fly with radar in the skies.
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