Category: Poetry
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Your Heart Is As Black As Night
Your Heart Is As Black As Nightby Melody Gardot Your eyes maybe wholeBut the story I’m told is your heart is as black as nightYour lips maybe sweet such that I can’t competeBut your heart is as black as night I don’t know why it came along at such a perfect timeBut if I let…
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Memoir Memory – Lunchtime Walk
Lunchtime Walk Intro: Phillips Medical – Summer, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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A Tucson Loop Concerto
A Tucson Loop Concerto 1 Allegro heat wafting off the paved bike pathand the dry riverbed running parallelrolling north with a nice tailwind codres of spandex-clad cyclists fly bymore competitors than companionsthe curse of our social conditioning always in a big hurry; to what endanything or one in their pathan intolerable inconvenience must get around…
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Normal – Gettin’ By
Normal – Gettin’ By Just a normal morningPleasant breezes after a nightOf wind and thunderstormsMonsoon season in full swing Wage-slaves heading off to theirChain gangs, hamster-wheels, andThankless retail and corporate mazesEyes fixed on a hoped for normal weekend Just another normal morning, withNormal partisan vitriolNormal gun violenceNormal elite greed and ruthlessness Normal social deafness of…
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Love Universal
Love Universal compassion and empathyconsciousness, a waverippling through the multiverse while regenerating all aspects of beingknowledge, wisdom, and creative expressionin the eternal present … now openly experiencing it all … now –LE – 7/8/24
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Lady In Black
Lady In Blackby Uriah Heep She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowing in the mid-winter windI know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around me, from a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me, “Name…
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Sorcery Is Us
Sorcery Is Us we’re all would-be mageschoosing our words carefullyto achieve desired effectscreating spells and incantations sorcerers selecting words and phrasescarefully using poetic devicesrhyme, alliteration, and metaphorto conjure power and much more the very invention of languagesbut human sorceries, rendered incantationscreated societies and civilizationsgenocides and desertifications homo sapiens innate predatory natureexpressed in languages, lethal products…
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Typical Tucson July
Typical Tucson July early morning ride sawstraw colored buffel grasscovered hills and flatsthe desert floor resemblingyellow-tan tatami mats contrast the verdant greensof the bushes and treesthe aloe’s silver-blue greensthe dry, desert landscapea somber, mottled scene two roadrunners crossed my pathas did a couple of lizardsforegoing their pushups todayas three scorpions hightailed itright and left, out…
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Joe The Crow – Another Memoir Memory
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 fan Joe could imitate her dog-callBy name and whistleCrows can imitate soundsAnd words, make you bristle Before Joe,…
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