Fred Babbin Poems

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21.
Yesterday

Yesterday was a heavy day.
No rest from the night
Or the day before.
Like house paint
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22.
But Not Before

My poems:
you are the living, moving,
flesh of words
that are formed by me.
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23.
Do I Know What I'M Talking About?

As I read poetry,
The good stuff looks
like photographs of words,
Or maybe more like holograms,
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24.
Entropy

Once a beautiful, well-dressed woman
visited a house.
The master of the house asked her
who she was;
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25.
1940’s-50’s Biues

I’ve got those 1940’s,1950’s,
So depressing,
Ancient Memory Blues.
I’ve got those so depressing,
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26.
Ghosts

I do not believe in ghosts
But they are haunting me.
Not the ghosts of Christmas past,
Or present, or future.
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27.
An Individual Universe

It is an infinite universe,
An impermanent universe,
An empty universe
That is full
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28.
Inevitability

And the bright red-orange
of the fire of life
dims.
Slowly, slowly, ,
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29.
Weeds

Weeds, oh weeds,
You miserable weeds
That my garden never needs.
And I’m too old to do much weeding
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30.
The Music

The music cuts into my heart,
Reminding me of days gone by.
Reminding me of days
I should forget
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