Category: Poetry
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Pivotal Judo Match – A Memoir Memory
Judo Match When I was preparing for my Sandan test,had to compete in a rank tournament togain more points for my advancement. This was my first match, and I needed to win.My opponent was my rank, but younger,fast and agile; he mounted the tatami with confidence We took our starting marks and bowed.The ref said…
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A Memoir Memory – Joe That Old Crow
Of the stock crow photos I reviewed, this one looks to most like Joe as I remember him… Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow, named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a…
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El Tour de Tucson
El Tour de Tucson was yesterday, a finewarm and sunny dayorange special event signsnow pushed up againstempty roadway curbsspectator herds gone homeorange traffic conesstacked in rowsready for T.D.O.T. storage‘till our next special T.C.O.C.sanctioned eventcommercial elites pleasedwith the 9000 plusexpected entriesfrom across the nationand other countriesour 40th commercial successEl Tour de Tucson –LE – 11/24/24 T.D.O.T:…
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November Bike-path Ride
November Bike-path Ride a Tucson bright blue November morn’ sun-baked desert floor faded greens and brittle browns high and dry bike-path riding on a Tucson bright blue November morn’ –LE – 11/14/24
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Anchorless & Rudderless
Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my impending rise, or demise, …
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Another Cold November Morn’
Another Cold November Morn’ another cloudless November skysun-bathed landscape not too distant mountainsdim silhouettes on the horizon interim landscape bathedgolden, yellow, and brown counterpoints of black and graydefine the actors in Sol’s play as a roadrunner scampers inamong the plant-based thespians scrub-sage and Brittlebush bonesfreeze-dried in the night time cold home to moon-frosted apparitionswaiting for…
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A Confluence Of Idiots
A Confluence of Idiots A true parody, self righteous, self absorbed,in crowded parking lots both here and abroad,trolling the spaces closest the door,wasting my precious time, and yours. Potential spot sighted… must stop the flow,must have this one, no other will do,creates a bottleneck so no one can move,the Cadillac’s too close; exiting truck can’t…
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Early Youth
Early Youth – A Distant Memory When very youngGot lost and coldSpanked for runningOut in the roadEscaped fromRope-tied pantsBy taking them off Lived by the radioThe Shadow KnowsSciFi movies andThen TV black and whiteThen came color 78’s became 45’s and 33’s,Went from HiFi to StereoThen 8 track and cassetteThen MP3’s Dog houseAn early get-a-wayBasement sanctuarySkipping…
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Mr. Bubble
This was written in the aftermath of my last divorce (30 some odd years ago). Let’s just say that I was in a particularly dark and cynical mood for ‘a time’ thereafter … I should have seen it coming, but looking back, I was in denial… appearently… Mr. Bubble In shifting rainbow hues, the possible…
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I’ll Take Care Of You
I’ll Take Care Of Youby Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa (originally by Bobby Bland) I know you’ve been hurtBy someone elseI can tell by the wayYou carry yourself But if you’ll let meHere’s what I’ll doI’ll take care of you I, I loved and lostThe same as youSo you see I knowJust what you’ve been…
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