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Hugs Kill: The Hidden Spectrum Between Dark and Light
Hugs Kill: The Hidden Spectrum Between Dark and Light
Hugs Kill: The Hidden Spectrum Between Dark and Light
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Hugs Kill: The Hidden Spectrum Between Dark and Light

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LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 1, 2022
ISBN9780578289465
Hugs Kill: The Hidden Spectrum Between Dark and Light

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    Book preview

    Hugs Kill - Dennis H. Barker

    The Pendulum

    The hands hold the hours

    On the face of the clock

    As the pendulum swings

    Tick-tock

    The boy takes his old dog

    One last lap ‘round the block

    Past kids drawing sundials

    On the sidewalks with chalk

    The sun stretches slowly

    On the blooming shamrock

    While bacteria below

    Subsist from its stalk

    Migrating seasons

    Senior birds will take stock

    While the young gosling grapples

    To keep up with the flock

    The schoolgirl spends weeks

    Polishing ballads by Bach

    While the carefree cheerleaders

    Go on dates with the jocks

    Grandson fixes glasses

    With the eyes of a hawk

    While grandpa helps baby

    With its first steps to walk

    The grizzled sea captain

    Closing trip to the dock

    Weathered hands wield the wheel

    Winds of change fill the sock

    Sun sets on the ocean

    Like a plume of peacock

    The waves’ wax and wane

    Wears away weathered rock

    As the cars crystalize

    In graves of gridlock

    Juveniles snake between

    In joyous jaywalk

    The interest of time

    Pays no mind to the stock

    While the fool hides his money

    Like a hole in his sock

    The sprinter sets toes

    In the second starting block

    As the dad on death row

    Winds down his last walk

    Father Time’s at your doorstep

    With key in the lock

    As the pendulum swings

    Tick-tock

    My Old Crony Joe

    Fearless he chattered

    On thirty-foot ladders

    Talked off your ear

    About nothing that mattered

    Worked circles ‘round the kids

    On days hot as a flame

    When his retirement arrived

    He spent it much the same

    His heart beat in triplets

    His cadence frenetic

    Thought pain pills overrated

    And scoffed antiseptic

    Worked with the fury

    Of a raging red anthill

    Carved knives out of things

    That belong in a

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