Category: Poetry
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Is This Too True Or Merely True Enough?
An oldy, but a goody… Some lable this (and me) cynical or pessimistic. Really? Have you looked around recently? How would you interpret our current ‘reality’? Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or…
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An Early Spring
An Early Spring varied shades of grayclouds like waves-crestswith blue peeking through dappled cloud shadowsmoving across the Tucsonand Santa Catalina ranges intense and hazy sunshinegolden dropsdribbling through harbinger of an early springBrittlebush starting to bloomGreasewood’s strong perfume nomad tracks going to and froup and down the dryriverbed – modern gypsies? roadrunner starts to cross our…
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Bird Of Prey
Bird Of Prey falcon sitting warily in the drivewaypinning ruffling feathers and a wingin strong talons, to the gravel-wayscimitar beak slicing and dicing eyes me warily as I park the carmoves dinner out of my reachcontinues watching as I leave the sitereturns to dinner-prep in lieu of flight a quick gaze at me seemed to…
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Microwave Society
Microwave Society went to nuke a microwave dinnerinstructions said to peel back acorner of the plastic to vent steam as you peel back the plasticnotice that there’s nothingreally there a metaphor for our toxic livesnothing but hot, noxious gassesdemand a venting, an escape time to face the truth of ourexistential despair –LE – 2/9/25
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Until Last Night
Until Last Night seven drops of rainin the last four months I know, I counted themeach and every one they fell into the dirtnever reached the aquifer evaporated into the still bone dryair as my itchy eyes blinked until last night –LE – 2/15/25 Yes, we finally had a decent rain overnight. And yes, the…
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A Conspiracy Of Shadows And Their Ilk
Yes, me thinks shadows do have an ilk…; -)~ Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras of suspense — presupposed,magical, mysticalto those so inclined,play of…
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Take Me Home
Take Me Homeby Tom Waits — performed by Tom Waits and Crystal Gayle Take me home you silly boyPut your arms around meTake me home you silly boyAll the world’s not round without you I’m so sorry that I broke your heartPlease don’t leave my sideTake me home you silly boy‘Cause I’m still in love…
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Really? Better Than Sex? Really?
I wrote this for an open mic at Brady’s Café in Kent, OH, where I read my newest poems once a month, back in the late 1980s. I hope it’s not too shocking…; -)~ –LE It’s Better Than Sex That’s an intriguing idea. But if true –Why so many new feet on the wheel, andWhy…
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Commentary On “Elite’s” Propaganda
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to to around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profits theself proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Leaders of the herds dismiss…
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Nogales
We spent Saturday afternoon in Nogales. These were my impressions. Next time, we’re thinking of crossing the border and walking around the Sonoran side for a while. Nogales the view arriving on I-19reminds me of mountain townsin Greece or Italy los casas, laser printedlike dense philosophical textover steep hillsides it’s laid across the boundarybetween Sonora…
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