Category: Poetry
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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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I’ll Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know
I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Knowby Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa If I ever leave you, babyYou can say that I told you soAnd if I ever hurt youYou know I hurt myself as well How is that any way for a woman to carry on?Do you think I want my love long…
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Another Empire In Decline
Yes, I posted this before, but looking around, it’s glaringly apparent to me that it needs reiteration… The New Dark Ages from the declineof the Roman Empireto the Renaissanceover a thousand years clerics and kingsdestroyed most of theancient wisdoms andsciences with burnings books and witcheswith blood-letting‘’medical’ and warringconquering and conjuring religious incantationsrule by ‘divine right’butchers…
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Eternal Now
Eternal Now To paraphrase CarlinNow doesn’t really existMerely the intersectionOf future and past Here it comes..Wait, it’s almost hereNot yet… Now? Nope, it’s already goneHere it comes again… But It’s the future thatDoesn’t exitMerely a hoped-forPotential,An assumptionOf continuation And the past isOnly a story of what hasPassed throughThe eternal presentOnly a pattern ofNeurons strung togetherTemporarily…
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Full Of It
Full Of Sh*t You’re full of sh*tI’m full of sh*tWe’re all full of sh*tNot our faultJust a biological factBut, we do our bestTo eliminate itOn a daily shift But, our bodiesAre not the onlySh*t sourcesWithin us There’s also theMental and emotionalCrap in that cesspoolWe call our minds Not our fault, reallyThe ‘quality’ (or lack thereof)Of…
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Identity
Identity All human Identify isBased on storiesStories we tell ourselvesBased on the storiesHanded down to usSince the beginning ofHuman communication It’s how we establishOur reality These stories are basedOn the selective informationWe call ‘facts’Our vested interests in tact Since there are no such thingsAs ‘facts’Just perspectivesAgreed to byHumans in charge The ‘winners’So to speak But…
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The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025
The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025 Pristine summer morningSky-domeA few tiny cloud-wispsOver the eastern peaksSome dappled shadeFrom Mesquite andPalo verde as weStreak throughThe barriosLike the tortoiseIn that fabled race More debris inThe dry riverbedLeft by recededMonsoon floodwatersOr just maybeThe same ol’Litter bugs Crossed the new bridgeBetween Grant andEl CaminoThen headed homeSouth into a lightHeadwind…
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Another Brick In The Wall
Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)by Roger Waters We don’t need no educationWe dont need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave them kids aloneHey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.All in all you’re just another brick in the wall. We don’t need no…
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Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025
Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025 Bright pristine skyNo cloud-shadows toBreak up the glareJust the morningBar and QR codes fromSun through the trees Except for TumamocAnd A-mountainRinging mountainsLightly silhouetted inSummer sky-blueVeil of mists Aging Brittlebush bloomsSticking out helter-skelterLike common pins fromA pin cushion Or if more darkly imagined Like a plethora ofMisery-pinsProtruding from a…
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