Lonnie Hicks Poems

These are twelve rose buds
in the bouquet
I give to you.
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In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
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First thing I say each night
is
I am my own Lover;
my own best friend.
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She will not be looking at you when the food arrives

She will not be looking at you in the midst of children
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In life we are the promises we make
'til death due us part; '
we are the vows we take
in ceremonies grave
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Never was a larger word
than Hope;
all dreams reside there;
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They found him at the end of his Rainbow;

face down.
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Whatever you call them
breasts or twins
they precede us
and divert looks
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Cobble stones
are his tears,
his monuments;
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Her temper
flares like fire
singeing tulip bulbs;
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