Category: Poetry
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Desperado
Desperadoby the Eagles Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out ridin’ fences for so long nowOh, you’re a hard oneBut I know that you got your reasonsThese things that are pleasin’ youCan hurt you somehow Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boyShe’ll beat you if she’s ableYou know the queen of…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Would-a Should-a Could-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 – 8/14/24 Residual influences of the Rubaiyat, only a dim memory from my youth…
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Liar, Liar
Liar, Liarby Alison Sudol (A Fine Frenzy) Liar, liar, you’re such a great big liarWith the tallest tales that I have ever heardFire, fire, you set my soul on fireLaughing in the corner as it burns Right between the ribs it’s sinking in Oh, oh, the siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors going…
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Wraiths Caught In The Storm
Wraiths Caught In The Storm Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe it awayBut there’s nothing there… Translucent wraiths caught in the stormBest intentions perverted toPlundering beautiful biodiversityFor greed’s sake and…
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Summer’s Last Holiday
This is a repost from last year… because it still applies. We also need to reconize and encourage the recent remobilization of labor in this country and abroad. It’s the only chance we have against the ruling class and their lickspittles… less an actual, French-style revolution… Summer’s Last Holiday used to be the summerseason’s first…
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End of August – Ride
End of August – Ride feathery fair weather cloudsmarble the cerulean domebright sun heats up the eastern sky white, yellow, and orange butterfliesflit among blousy Brittlebush blossomsand the faint odor of sage barrel and elephant ear cactiand prickly pear in bloom fromthe recent monsoons a large falcon lands on the guardrailas we approach, hawkeye-ing meas…
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Almost Lover
Almost Loverby A Fine Frenzy (Written by: Alison Sudol) Your fingertips across my skinThe palm trees swaying in the wind, imagesYou sang me spanish lullabiesThe sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick Well, I’d never want to see you unhappyI thought you’d want the same for me Goodbye, my almost loverGoodbye, my hopeless dreamI’m trying…
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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Clean Lenses
My glasses were so dirty the other morning that they were giving me a headache. As I was cleaning them, it occurred to me that they were a fitting metaphor for the current distortions and virtiol of our social and mass media. As I pondered this as a metaphor, the following resulted. Clean Lenses funny…
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