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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
the black horse
the black horse
is in my dreams.
rider less
as it
moves across
the green
pastures
before dark.
i watch it run
until it disappears
into a grove of
trees.
i wonder
what it all means.
unworried though,
i understand
that so much of life
will always
be a mystery.
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it has nothing to do with luck
we had some laughs
the beautiful child
that's a good thing
treading water
i fell asleep on the train
sleepy time yo
get the hell off my lawn
is it real love?
leaking toilets
alfredo sauce
and then there are other days
quit nagging me
you get three wishes
we want it now
purpose and passion
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we can still be friends, can't we?
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by george i think i've got it
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the complaint department
handle with care
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i don't expect an answer
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i can't eat another bite
shame it had to end
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a new best friend
remember the time...
we won't be waiting long
leave it alone
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i can't be your friend anymore
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don't wait for me
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start here
your best image
it's early, i know, but kiss me
time to head home
the flower
at the end
as the day dies
i can't remember not knowing you
the blackbirds
what they will become
when Ingrid calls
the holiday stretch pants
the new room mate
not really friends
so off i go
in just a blink
more, please
the black horse
a house of noise
return to sender
adjusting
the first thanksgiving
party time
just her tree
Poem 3
there is crying, of course
he'll have to do
the white page
she's yours now
you sit in a chair
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xmas prep
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don't ghost me
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don't let the door slam
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rinse and repeat
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you can't
to the bitter end
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the cosmic dots
off my trolley
i'll drink to that my dear
the long ride to the city
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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