Category: Poetry
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Would-a, Should-a…
Would-a Should-a Could-a As ‘Now’ barrels into destiny’s fateRolling along, a transitioning gateIt leaves history and would-aShould-a could-a in its wake –LE Residual influences of the Rubaiyat, only a dim memory from my youth…
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Humanity’s Social Evolution
Humanity’s Social Evolution Roughly one-hundred-fifty-thousand years agoSociety resided in small family-linked groupsHuddled around little fires in cavesAnd is secluded spacesHunter-gathers with some small toolsAnd minor artifacts defined us Then came the Agricultural revolutionCombined with animal husbandryAlso the age of copper tools and weaponsAllowed societies to establishMore permanent camps and townsAnd eventually cities The bronze and…
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Intention And Action Are One
Intention And Action Are One Your field of endeavor doesn’t really matterSome training in a chosen discipline helpsBut the essence is in the secret ‘batter’ The secret batter is the meditative tendencyTo completely relax and allow your mind to openLet go of all preconceptions and dependency In that relaxed and open state, mind and bodyReaction…
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Stream Of Consciousness
Stream Of Consciousness The stream of Consciousness is never-endingExcept for the short lapses of deep sleepAnd death for individuals (Memento Mori) But even in death consciousness streams onAs sentience explodes exponentiallyAdding to the Universe’s conscious ‘streaming’ May ultimately end in entropyAs the Universe dissipates into nothingnessConscious streams and rivers evaporating Memento Mori… –LE – 1/31/26
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Badlands Preacher
Badlands Preacher He prowls the desert sandsSoundlessly ambling betweenSaguaro, Agaves, and sand-devils He’s a sixth sense for moralityA gun for the wickedA crucifix his holy license The sun beats downHe stalks an evil denBut a mirage in the end –LE – 1/30/26
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When You Say Nothing At All
When You Say Nothing At Allby Alison Krauss & Union Station It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heartWithout saying a word, you can light up the darkTry as I may I could never explainWhat I hear when you don’t say a thing The smile on your face lets me know that you…
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Hats
HATS Good guys wear black… I mean white…I mean black… I mean… How many hats can anyone wear?Then again, who really cares?But if you’re one of the caring few,Consider the consequence of those we choose. No matter what your current hatIt’s worn in shades of white through black.Most are worn in these shades of gray.It’s…
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Message For A Time Capsule
I came across this poem many years ago, and it has stuck with me. Our insane world of political and religious partisan vitriol always pulls it from the back of my mind to the fore. It’s as poignant now as the day it was written. (IMHO)… Message for a Time Capsuleby Philip Appleman I have…
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Shikanoko
Shikanoko the deer’s child, honed bylight and dark sorcerydeep in the dark wood love of the Autumn Princesshis undoing and long sorrowlady Hina’s love his salvation with five magical, imp sonstwo became his banewould have to deal with in time while his sixth human sonimp and Tengu trainedhis champion soon became and daughers? perhaps…the tale…
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The Digital Shroud
The Digital Shroud think of allthoughts and wordssent into ‘the cloud’doomed to be forgottenlost in the digital shroudwhen our tech succumbsinevitably to entropylost in Gaia’sin Terra Firma’sultimately finite soulmurdered for progressfor greedby those who bleedprofits – LE – 1/24/26
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