Category: Poetry
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The Silky Veils Of Ardor
The Silky Veils Of Ardorby Joni Mitchell I am a poor wayfaring strangerTraveling through all these highs and lowsI heard there was no sicknessAnd no toil or dangerJust mercy and plentyWhere peaceful waters flowWhere peaceful waters flow Come all you fair and tender school girlsBe careful now when you court young menThey are like the…
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Yet Again, Another Same-ol’, Same-ol’
Same-ol’, Same-ol’ politics propagandafake info run amuckdaily inscrewtableskeep us confusedoutrage-filledby algorithms programedfor clicks from hatredoutrage and spectacleso we don’t know ifwe’re coming or going the cynical strategyfrom behind thesecret vail by thosepulling the stringsflapping the jawsof their puppetsdisplayed in themisinformed mediaintentional or notwhile that heavyopaque curtainprotects the villainsrunning this authoritarianka-ka dance it’s an old strategysays…
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The Timeless Morality Play
The Timeless Morality Play Love without sex is frequentSex without love is commonOne does not require the otherBut the most memorable sexLives on in memory till one’s endWhich translates into love That is true Love that only seeks thatWhich makes itsRecipient happyAnd fulfilledIs love that is true Too Social conditioning inserts itselfInto relationshipsOne and allDraws…
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I See … Saw
I See … Saw Just as there is a probability fieldThat is, ‘electron field’Surrounding each atom’s coreWith enough dataAnd mathematicsAn electron will be foundExactly where theProbability mathPredicted So, too, with human choicesProbability fields surroundingEach and everyoneWith enough data andComputing powerAll choices madeCan be predicted Within the field of probabilityThe exact choicesNot real choicesShow exactly where…
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An Inky Puddle
An Inky Puddle Sitting meditatingNext to the openFront doorFresh morning airWafts around me My ‘Spidy-senses’ tingleAnd what do I see asI gaze out the open door An inky puddle of shadowWith luminous yellow eyesJust glided past my openFront doorThen back againAnd againAnd again –LE – 8/12/25
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Black Hole Sun
Black Hole Sunby Soundgardern, as performed by Voiceplay In my eyesIndisposedIn disguises no one knowsHides the faceLies the snakeAnd the sun in my disgrace Boiling heatSummer stenchNeath the black, the sky looks deadCall my nameThrough the creamAnd I’ll hear you scream again Black hole sunWon’t you comeAnd wash away the rainBlack hole sunWon’t you comeWon’t…
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Another Loop Morning
Another Tucson Loop Morning Another bright Sum…Sum…Summertime-blues skyA light headwind riding southOn the interminable incline But Nice tailwind and comfortableDecline heading back north The southern mountainsSilhouetted in misty blueWhile the Three Sisters peaksStand stark in the morning sunOff in the near western view Not much in the way ofFauna todayA couple of Prairie dogsThe rest…
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The Venus Trap
The Venus Trap Honey and spice orVinegar and saltWaiting inRazor sharp jawsHidden behindSensuous lipsWaiting preyTo spring shutA trap is a trap A Venus trapWith or withoutThe flies –LE – 8/8/25
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The Tucson Loop – August
The Tucson Loop On The Second Sunday Morning In August The air is stillHot and dryThe sky is mottledWith china-whiteAnd light touches ofPayne’s grayOverheadLight strokes ofWhite in the westMostly gray inThe eastern skyLike it might rainBut I doubt it A few joggers andWalkers strollingThe lanesNot many bikes yet A lone CoyoteStanding statuesqueIn the dry riverbedEyes…
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Summer Morning Ride
Summer Morning Ride Heading over to the Tucson Loop pathUnder a heavily marbled skyThe morning sun castsLong dark shadowsThat we glide through The stagnant ocean of airIs already hot and dryThe only breezeGenerated by mySpinning pedals A gaggle of RoadrunnersIntercept usPeriodically along the wayAlong with skinksSkink-skanking the path ahead A few morning dovesDart off the…
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