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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, December 30, 2024
the cold cup
distracted,
i let the cup of coffee go cold.
i've
been too busy
with
this machine,
this book
that never ends,
these words as they unfold.
but there's
more to pour,
always more.
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why go anywhere else?
baked beans over an open fire
there's one born every minute
the party next door
could you close that door, i can hear her screaming
home for the night
before the year ends
chasing the last leaf fallen
no secret ingredients here
the cold cup
the carrot stick girl
no trumpets will fill the air
let's drink, let's eat
please, tell me more
more happy faces arrive
what is remembered
the google search
melancholy
neither joy or sorrow
lovingly sweet
at least that's the plan
the rising of bread
too many choices
what wind blew you here?
you will be tonight
deciding what to do next
I miss the rabbit ears and three channels
let us bow our heads and pray
i never should have banked it all on red
finding the opposite of me
club soda and lime
when the Godly mask slips
train hits man on tracks
is it true, or just you
i'm on my way, make room
picking Jake up at 7-11
the ticking watch
so much to do, so little time
sending out holiday kisses
watching the ball drop alone
my holy baby steps
those years are done
a thread of wood
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heads or tails
it's not a straight line to us
if only i had a secret to tell you
red birds on snow
socks and slippers
taking in the wrong peeps for the holidays
it's the thought that counts
talking after the show is over
no patching here
when they want to turn the page and you don't
so much we still don't know
we're halfway home
early Christmas morning
our heads in the clouds
lorton reformatory
i like your boots, dear
for better or worse, it's just wind
small cheer and great welcome make a merry feast
the long night
the human cookie
the prodigal cow
holidays in south beach
one red glove
the best gift ever
holiday warfare
the cost of poetry
and then the thought passes
dying on a pot of gold
a country cupcake in hand
a box of life
the winter journey
sugarplum and fairies
the secret of a long marriage
as the train pulls away
taking the subway
we can fix this
stay away from mirrors
the mega party church
let's play victim
when the mask slips
one of Santa's many helpers
my new home in the city
this is a bad idea
What's going on?
awaiting snow
airing their grievances
summertime flowers
none of this is my fault
the crowd going by
streets of dim lights
eating a giant turkey leg
kissing Donna Reed
no resolutions
complete self awareness
the frost of night
first glimpse at nudity as a child
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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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