John Tansey Poems

From morning unto night,
your day revolves around routine;
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Brisk, this cold October wind,
pruning husks of brown-balled leaves
into effigies of Autumn's wane,
sweeps with besom broom
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Whittling Words
Sitting, slumped in a chair,
On a wooden porch
Under the sun
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It was a long and loathsome day.
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Is a woman’s arms, extended
Around her expectant womb.
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Between the poems
I sleep and am sleepless.

Between the poems,
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Nazi Germany
The Recall of a Story by my Oma

“It was in 1930’s Germany.
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Concerto of the “Akashic Records”


The band shell, quieted,
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Picking Tomatoes

In the midst of my angst,
I stooped to see a woman
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To my ex-wife


It was a long and loathsome day.
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