Category: Ethics
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Morning Darkness
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Morning Darkness fadingthe lying angry voicesviolently crying alone again trying sighingdying searing pain againmakes mortality plain constant wishing for healing rain but that’s OKwe’re all to blameonly a gameour claim to famepretty lame goofy even I forgetwhich first man his brianare they same – same…
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Bobble-head Pigeon
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Bobble-head Pigeon Struts on by Along pavement Shoulder Scrub by the wash Scoping out insects And seeds not Deigning to fly Missing the large-Winged silhouette High in the sky Shadow gliding by Path and Scrub Rapidly increasing Size with the Predator’s plunge Bobble-head pigeon Gone…
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Alibis
Alibis Lives full of alibisDeny responsibilityCulpabilityPoint the fingerSomeoneAnyone elseThe blameWe have ourAlibis Our socialCognitiveDissonanceIntellectual dis-HonestyPuts the lieTo progressiveAnd conservativeClaims ofHumanity –LE
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Leaning a Language
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Learning a Language I think notat least passably less a loverwould only speak it ’til learned then again maybe never for sake of ‘loving’ instruction pure lyrical joylistening absorbing its music with intuition with imagination –LE just a thought, who knows?
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When the Sun Goes Down
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog When the Sun Goes Down when the sun goes downtime to loose the soundlet the music rollfrom windows and stagesall over town dance in moonlit courtyards sylvan groves and barsbodies sway in synccommuning deep inLuna’s silvery sight rhythmic enchantmentenfold us till allpassions are spentand sunrise…
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Black River Mystery
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Black River Mystery down in the Black Riverfloodplain not far fromcattails and clumps ofriver-birch, snuggled inwith rag-weed, QueenAnne’s Lace and St. John’sWort sits a square patchof young five and sevenfrond-leaf plantings sixfeet high, approachingharvest strength – perhapsnext week where did they gobig mystery of the…
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Fallen
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Fallen a minute till midnight in a court of ruined wingswhere no kindness goes unpunished and hell is empty as the crow fliesanother man’s moccasins the dark horse junkyard dogs death without company and a serpent’s tooth illustratethe fix the fallen the last miledry bonesredemptionthe…
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Cotton Eye Joe
The Sweeplings LyricsCotton Eye Joe Where did he go? If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye JoeI’d been married long time agoWhere did you come from? Where did you go?Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe? He came in to town like a raging stormHe rode through the fields so handsome and strongHis eyes was his…
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Solar Water Reclamation
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog. Solar Water Reclamation Sparklingreclaimed waterslowly flows northin the edge ofthe otherwise dry lowerSanta Cruzthen to theGila and eventuallythe Colorado sun glares offacres ofsolar arraypoweringthe reclaimingengines disgorging thereclaimedreconstitutedamniotic fluidof life as predatorand preyobserve fromshadow-gorgedhidey-holes andshade-camouflagedcreviced walls and I stare at the arraywonderinghow it got this way dry riverbedspoisoned blue…
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Our Modern World
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Our Modern World Oneconcentration of wealth, power, and freedoms in the hands of privileged classes,fear mongering, the old ploy,makes for easy control, brow-beat the masses. Twoconform and obey, your patriotic duty, ignore any protests, though justified, condemn civil disobedience – all, science, an enemy, facts…
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