Category: Poetry
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Tucson Loop – Last Tuesday In August
Tucson Loop – Last Tuesday In August The air was heavy and warmThe sky went throughThree distinct changesFrom the beginningTo the end First, it was a lowGray ceilingRandom drops ofSky-spittle hittingMy bare skin Not many ridersThis late in the morningI expected moreSaw a fewRoadrunners outDoing their chores A few hawks wereFlying lowTrolling the riverbedSaw one…
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Snipers
Snipers called heroesin this day and ageby governmentsthat employ themto take down theirenemies andany dissent in times gone bythey were not glorifiedbut identified aswhat they werebushwackerskilling from the shadowsa cowardly chore so raise your glasssalute the bushwackersthey’ll eliminate somany, many more –LE – 8/22/25 PS: Motivated by events from the news in alternative media detailing…
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Late August Sunday Morning Ride
Late August Sunday Morning Ride The 7:am airVery warm and dryWhite paintbrush dabsIn the northern skyLike waves-crestsOn a tranquil blueSea Long morning shadowsCast across our pathA strobelight effectDisorienting in its aspectDodging skinksSlow to react Saw a hawkI thinkToo far awayTo be sureCertainly lookedLike a hawkishLanding on thatDead tree branchAs it surveyedThe riverbedBelow Lots of bikers…
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The Milkyway
No, not the candy bar! The Milkyway pathway in the skyfrom our small cornerout on the peripheryto its center and beyondhorizontallybut can’t see theother sideprobably not evento the center perpendicularlyand tangentiallyat a multitudeof angles other galaxiesdistant luminouspinpricks inthe sparkling tapestryof the night sky but only ifLuna or otherastronomicalfireworkslike comets andartificial satellitesdon’t steal ourattention andimagination that…
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Wisdom And Knowledge
Wisdom And Knowledge They are differentYou know One definition:Wisdom is old knowledgeApplied to the new But what is knowledge really?Linked neurons in a brianBased on perceptionsFlawed in the mainRecorded and storedIn clay, ink, and digitally What we call ‘facts’Based on fictionsInvented by humansTo explain what we perceive But, as some deep thinkers seeThere are no…
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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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