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Take a bad turn,
Make it right,
Shift,
Write about it,
Poetically,
What do you get?
ShiftPoetry (™),
Just don’t forget the “f”.

©Howard Kern
December 13, 2018, 1:55 PM

   
 

November 27, 2018 - Below is a poem I was inspired to write based on the passing of my son's high school football coach, Larry Palmer (5/11/1960 - 11/24/2018). It applied equally to my childhood friend John Siegel (3/1961 - 11/2?/2018). Like so many others, including Cliff Hannel, Steve Ryan (aka Kerry Ryan), Keith Farr, Kenny Herman, Beth Brenner, Larry Gerson, Debbie Blum, George Mantour, Joey Miller, Judith Roseman, Steven Howard, just to name a few, they died too soon. During this Holiday Season, my blessings and prayers go out to all families that have suffered losses and I hope that everybody takes a moment to appreciate how lucky we all are to share this space on earth.

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Too Soon

I act real cavalier,
Like I don’t really care,
But truth be told,
I really want to grow old,
I want to walk my child down the aisle,
Maybe sit with my grandkid for a while,
And hear those precious words spoken,
“Grandpa you must be jokin,”
But as I lie down on my bed,
I know in my heart that I have no say over where my soul will be led,
So I shut my eyes before I sleep,
And hope that my soul I get to keep,
But my fears are neither here nor there,
All these neurosis are mine to bare,
I write these words with a heavy heart,
In hopes that my soul will not depart,
But if my soul is called away,
Please remember my love of life every day.

©Howard Kern
November 27, 2018, 12:08 AM

   
 

November 27, 2018 – I have gained weight over the past several months. I mentioned this to my partner. I told her that I have not been writing as much. She advised me to write whenever I felt like eating for no reason. This is the poem her words inspired.

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Writing Instead

Coping comes in many different forms,
Sometimes I eat when I’m under stress,
Sometimes I run until I can’t run anymore,
Other times I just want to become a different person,
But the best thing I can do for myself is just write,
Let my fingers do the talking,
Shut my eyes,
Breathe,
And just type away,
Until there’s nothing more to say.

©Howard Kern
November 26, 2018, 11:54 PM

   
 

Just One Letter

At times I may get sad,
And think about how hard life is,
Woe is me,
And then I realize,
It doesn’t have to be that way,
Just one letter makes all the difference,
Wow is me,
And it doesn’t stop there,
I can’t,
Just one letter,
I can,
And then some words are so amazing that their strength continues even as I play with the letters,
Lift,
Life,
Live,
Love,
How great are those words,
I get a lift out of life when I live with love,
I like that,
Just one letter,
Life doesn’t have to be burdensome,
It all comes with attitude,
Sometimes it’s a matter of spelling,
And I know that it’s not as easy as one letter,
But wouldn’t it be nice if it were?
So I ask myself,
Why can’t it be?

©Howard Kern
March 1, 2018

   
 

I Didn’t Go to Your Funeral

I didn’t go to your funeral
I don’t even know if you had one
(I think you had one)

I know you’re buried
but I don’t know where

Was it a day thing?
A Saturday maybe?
And who showed up?

My dad I suppose,
With your good friend (who’d be his wife in three months)

Maybe our old neighbor
Maybe her kids
Or maybe she was skeeved by that whole business too?

I can’t build a memory of where I wasn’t
But I can say our whole time
(ok most of it)
was where you weren’t.
So I wasn’t either.

Your funeral?
I’m sure Somebody showed:
You were well liked among people who didn’t have to live with you.

© Ruth Waytz
June, 2018

   
 

On Divorce

I think that you hate me.

I know I hate you

I wish I did not

It crowds out my life

I invited you in

And gave what I could

It wasn’t enough

And the anger began

We had our two treasures

We love them the same

They live with our anger

Even when it’s not named

I want to forgive you

But anger is all I have left

To lose it might save me

But leave me bereft

© Sam Kitt
April, 2018