Category: Poetry
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Past Versions
Past Versions Trying to hold onto past versions of meNothing but undermining mutiniesFond memories sometimes ease anxietiesBut would-a should-a could-a-sGape as empty as the space between galaxies Not always, but too frequentlyFriends and family just don’t seem to notice…See only the me that used to be Perhaps some elements of an older renditionColor, flavor, or…
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Loitering
Loitering Who do you think you aresitting or standing therenot spending any money? Where’s your civic pride?Don’t you knowthe economy can’t survive? People existing withoutputting money back intothe money-poolthat raises all ships… Don’t worryonly those without ships drown. Who do you think you aresitting or standingnot spending money? And don’t pretend you don’thave any… Everybody…
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Last Saturday Morning Ride In April
Last Saturday Morning Ride In April Sun sat at about 40° off the horizonHazy through the folds of cloudsLike rippled veils overheadTree shadows soft and indistinct A couple of Roadrunners crossedOur path, along with a fewMorning doves and SparrowsThat took to the sky as we road by There was a family of Prairie DogsStanding in…
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Woke Up Dreamiing
Woke Up Dreamingby Joe Bonamassa Woke up dreaming I was gonna dieWoke up dreaming I was gonna die’cause my baby said herSaid her last goodbyes Reached out for her and she was not thereReached out for her and she was not thereLord, I miss her bodyAnd her long brown hair Hard rain falling, river floodBlack…
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An Inverse Relationship
An Inverse Relationship From the beginning of human communities,even the less than sharp among ushave understood that the ‘common bond’of roots and neighborhood fadeas wealth and power are gained. Now, experiments in psychologyhave formulated a mathematical maxim: Empathy is inversely proportionalto individual wealth and power. In experiments where fourroughly equal persons engagein some mundane task,where…
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Earth Day
Earth Day – April 22, 2026 Earth, locus of human kindWithout which, there’d be noWarmth, community, or mindHumans wouldn’t even be mythical But for thousands of years,We’ve tried to conquer,Master and replace her We kill and try to synthesizeOur basic constituents, But something’s always missingNever quite as good as the originalThough we loudly claim otherwise.…
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Tucson Sunset 4/21/26
Tucson Senset Tucson’s High Sonoran sunsetsalways breathtakingEach one differsdepending on time of yearcloud formationsand ‘thickness’ of the atmosphere A panorama of crimsonsyellows and orangesshades of sky blue and dark graysas the western mountainsrise up to swallow the glowand dusk fades the light away –LE – 4/21/26
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Nothing There…
Nothing There… An old sentiment, unfortunately life on Starship Earth seemsto have only gotten worse… While I continue to hopefor better tomorrowsthey seem very far off… Looking around on any given day,surveying what human ‘civilization’ has wrought, the consequence of our deepest philosophical thought… As a tear forms in my eye,spills and slides down my…
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Who Knows?
Original is from the late ’90s; just revised to make current… Who Knows? – v2 Who knows the whys of wherefores gone awry?Who sees through the skin of the curved blue sky,Or plumbs the depths of chaos and causation, Seeking a genuine realization, orPerhaps just a wisdom pearl and dissolutionBack to an essence universal? –LE
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Blue Skies…
blue skies common enoughin the high Sonoran bright sun-etchedbar and QR codes specify place and bearingon this narrow pathway the riverbed sandy and drygreen and yellow splotches deep in its sway with desert trees and shrubsroots to the flowing river below ground out of sight since the 1950sonly flows above ground in downpours now yes,…
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