Category: Art
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I Had A Friend
I Had A Friend in our journey from birth to deathwe cross paths with multitudessome walk with us for a waysthen leave for different by-ways sometimes our paths cross againbut the rivers we treadand the persons we becamekeep changing, not the same even deep emotional connectionsdiverge, thinning to nothing orsplitting by social pressuresconditioning and misunderstanding…
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October Morning Ride
October Morning Ride pristine blue overheaddesert panorama bathedin golden sunshine long shadows layacross the crowded pathjoggers and bikers galore someone said, “must be trainingfor an upcoming event”their huffing, puffing, and sweating but Occam’s razor might suggestthat it’s just a beautiful morningenjoying outside’s cool morning air roadrunner startles medarts across my path aspigeons flock overhead again,…
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Roadrunner
Encountered this fellow on Tuesday’s ride… thought he deserved a few verses of his own…; -) Roadrunner ran across my patha challenge to race, it seemsheaved in my hot face goth-like personawearing a stiff black mohawkand long tail feathers feet resemblingspinning wheels throwing up dustdark-rimmed eyes glaring challenge presentedmy momma didn’t raise no foolso just…
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September Morning Ride
This is based on my Tuesday morning ride – 9/23/25. 26 miles in a little less than 3 hrs. Yes, I was quite ‘burnt’ and exhosted by the time I got home…; -) September Morning Ride starring into the deep blue voida single thought-bubble-cloudpresiding over mountains and sky riding a sun-bakedand blistered, faded side streeta…
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Flowers Real And Plastic
Flowers Real And Plastic Flowers that are realWhile some are colored plasticPollinators hum –LE – 9/14/25
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Late Summer Morning Ride
Late Summer Morning Ride Rolled out under a white and grayMostly cloudy sky Not much of the animal kingdomOut on display A couple of Prairie dog pupsSkittered in the margins A few ground squirrelsScampered along bridge supports Also, a few ‘spandex weenies’Asserting their imperious ‘right of way’ By the homeward bound legMost clouds had given…
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One Trippy Night In Ann Arbor
Digging deep into my past to pull out an incident recorded in my memoir. It happened this time of year while I was living in Ann Arbor, 1968… I was walking home after a party where I’d dropped acid during the festivities. The rush was over, and I was in the melow stage, and all…
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Broke the Bank Agian
Broke the Bank Again Broke the bank last timeThey want to do it againBankrupt next gen’s hopes A mean dirty trickDeceit, November repeatStick it to our kids And generations unbornKeep them wage-slavingIn debt forever –LE – 9/9/25
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My Blogging – A Curiosity – A Meditation
My Blogging – A Curiosity – A Meditation all my dreamssupposedcreativitymy pedantrymy vapidegocentricitiesfalling byvirtual gravitythrough myfingers andtablet keysonto thedigital pagebefore me for my‘vast’bloggingaudienceto read can’t helpbut wonderhow theycan wasteso muchtime onthe mentalgymnasticsthat nowdefine me thepomposityof the ideadefies mycuriosity –LE – 9/8/25
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Colors Before My Eyes
Colors Before My Eyes Purples and greensRoll up before myClosed eyesAlong with scenes From my idioticRomanticSometimes pedanticForgotten memories Too many timesSmashed out of meBy brass-knuckledReality Only rememberedIn quiet timesWith my ancientEyes closed –LE – 9/6/25
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