Category: Art
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Jazzy Sexy Sax
Putting this back out there for another tour around the proverbial ‘block’…; -) Baritone Sax bass tonesof a baritone saxblast the underpinningsof space/time apartas we tumblethrough the voidreaching out forany residual strandsof melodyfrom the songof life –LE – 8/29/24 PS: How would you define ‘the song of life’? Is it strictly physical, spiritual, psychic, or…
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From Behind The Facade
From Behind The Facade I occasionally feel duplicitouspeering out throughthe windows of my facadestudying it in the mirror should one feel duplicitouswhen we all cultivate oneover our lifetimesocieties demand it must submit to social ‘norms’regardless of internal truthsthat may or may not besupported in ours do we, can we evertruly know ourselvesthe essence behindour two…
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Contentment
Contentment as a youthI thought the worldheld a grudgeagainst methought it wassingling me out eventually truthdawned on meit’s the commonexperience of lifefor any and allborn into it discovered that onehas little choice onhow ‘life’ treats usexcept on howwe perceive itand how we react even with thesocalled ‘wisdom’of age upon usmultitudes of hardshipsand joys continueto bathe…
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An Infinite Ecosphere
An Infinite Ecosphere sometimes I feel likean insignificant tiny bubblefloating in frothy foam andspume one of infinite bubblesecospheres caught inthe greater ecosphereinevitable streams of the space/time continuum –LE – 4/4/25
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Dark Puddle On The Driveway
Dark Puddle On The Driveway dark puddle on the drivewaybut noopens bright yellow cat-eyes found a cool spot in the shadethen meltedinto the pavement absorbing all the lighta void in space-timeuntil bright golden eyes surveyed me warilybut with interestperhaps I brought or was … dinner –LE – 3/25/25
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Riffing On The Color Purple
This is more of a stream-of-consciousness endeavor, though I did edit it a bit upon completion. It’s from my time in a poetry group back in Ashland KY, some time in 2011 or ’12… Some of the references may elude those born at the end of the 20th century, into the present… Sorry ’bout that…; -)~…
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Her Scented Bed
From my first Haiku Collection – late 1990s Her Scented Bed In her scented bedPassion’s tides recede and rise —The fan moans softly –LE
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Moving Meditation
Moving MeditationFrom my first Haiku Collection – late 1990s Qigong keeps me wellenergy moves in circles —snake creeps down, cock stands –LE PS: Yes, this was inspired by my daily Taijiquan practice…
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Facade
Facade What shall I wear todayWhat face will I displayWhat body of toleranceOr frustration will exudeThe carefully preparedContours of myFacade Whether we want toAdmit it or notOur face, our projectedSelf is reappliedEach and every dayArtfully, or not, our renderedFacade Some get discouragedOr just lazyKeep the same one goingDay after day, asCreativity wanes as elitesConstantly undermineHumanity’s…
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Morning Meditations
Meditating sitting meditatingmorning dovesoutside my windowhoo-hoo-hoooohoo-hoo-hoooowho-who-whooooo sitting meditatingtraffic cacophonya few streets awaybackground staticthrough wind chimesimminent rain signs bathe sunbaked groundswildflowers bloombeside cactus spineshillside climbs can stillhear the chimes resonatingsitting meditating –LE
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