Charlie Parant Poems

packing the pantry
when cupboards were filled
with jars of tomatoes
and beans that were dilled
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I thought she was a real beauty
I met her while on jury duty
we spent a lot of time together
each day I got to know her better
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when time got started
way back when
the sky kept track
for ancient men
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a shift in the tectonic plate
early morning siren screeches
across the ocean people wait
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you feel the need to fuel your dream
returning to a common theme
routinely like a Homing Pigeon
with songs and poems about religion
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we notice not the slow decay
of rotted wood or rusted steel
as manmade objects fade away
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I didn’t start out
as a wrinkly old prune
I was once a young plum like you
but those years in the sun
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In my mind
you’re always kind
we’re making love
most all the time
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I have to use the same old words
to say things you’ve already heard
I can only string them together
hoping this time comes out better
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He can not rest until
he works his tears
and his dreams
into a block of stone.
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