C H Sund Poems

He never cried
except himself to see
for wasn’t he a man
born above these ways?
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effervescent, the
dancer glides through hazy fog
sharpened steel blades lead
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“The apple, reddish plump,
hanging from rooted branch
beckoning to be taken, tasted
to savor deep, sweet, sweet flesh.”
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Colors flood through window front
as speaker’d music regales
but eyes seek only curves at hand
and hands are moving… moving well.
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“We are pleased to announce…”
Let us gather and reminisce
about the lies told way back then…
and the lies even larger now!
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Grandfather, the clock, lone sentinel,
stands in hallway; has always stood there.
Never sleeping, rhythmically calling
keeping time, measured time, tolling.
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Grayish tones
Silent breezes
Whispered sounds
A coyote speaks
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Honey, I love you….love you a lot.
Have always loved you… will always too.
But Honey…Honey please, tell me why?
Why you wear those damn flannel PJs!
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She
believes
in money
and her beauty
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Halla, a Shepard man, tended flocks
Among the hills of Babel town
No greater Shepard trod these hills
Or safely guarded his minions more
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