Author: Candace

I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

Three Nights on a Pull-out Sofa

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Night one –
So noble of me
giving up a soft mattress
to sleep on the couch
It’s only three nights
I can sleep anywhere
Night two –
I hope they appreciate
those comfortable beds
there is a bar poking my
back – maybe I should
sleep sideways –
nope
Night three –
So stupid of me
giving up a real mattress
my back aches before
I even lie down
what was I thinking
being noble is for the young

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PAD Day 3 at Poetic Asides – take the words Three (blank) and make them the title of your poem.

Collaboration for Peace – 14

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Mish and I are hoping your day is filled with peace and poetry

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photo by Mish

 

Covered in Poems

The world is covered in an ocean of poems
That ride in and out with the current(affairs)
They are a tsunami of emotion

A tidal wave of rebellion
We splash and play in the surf of words
And picnic on beaches of smooth syllables

We wiggle our toes in trickles of rhyme
And bathe ourselves in cool rhythms
We are tugged by the undertow of language

Until we’re drowned in a wave of love letters

~

(c) Candace Kubinec

If Wishes Were Ponies

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“May I please have a pony?”
I asked when I was three
and mom and dad just smiled
at me and answered, “Well, we’ll see.”

“May I please have a pony?”
I asked when I was ten
and mom and dad just smiled
at me and said, “We’ll see.” – again

“May I please have a pony?”
I asked at seventeen
and mom and dad just smiled
at me – I knew they weren’t so keen

Now I am grown and married
with a daughter who is three
and when she asks I smile at her
“Maybe next year, yes I’ll see.”

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Day two of the April Poem-a-day challenge at Real Toads.

 

They Say

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they say the moon is just some rock
a collection of debris leftover
from a gigantic space collision
an orbiting satellite on a fixed rotation
but my moon is soft and gentle
a glowing nightlight
a midnight friend who
sings love songs to my muse

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Poetic Asides PAD Day 2 – he said/she said

Foolish Me

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you call me foolish
a little uncoolish

my head’s in the clouds
ignoring the crowds

my toes are a tapping
my own beat I’m clapping

I speak with a pen
don’t seek false amen

don’t need your instruction
in this little production

I’m calling my life

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just foolin’ around with poetry for

Poetics Asides April PAD and with other toads in the garden at Real Toads

We Two

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Mag 310

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painting by David Ligare

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we two gathered and
communed with white
bread and grape juice
sharing secrets of our
lives, our fervent hopes,
our irrational fears
giving voice to weaknesses
and acknowledgement
to strengths
we hummed the anthems
of our ancestors and looked
to the rising sun
until through the private
sacrament
of this meager fair
we found peace