Category: Poetry
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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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Oleander Blooms
Oleander Blooms fringed green stems bowed downOleander blossoms painta snow-hued shadow a long line of antsblossom-petal porters beartheir white treasure home soon, white turns to brownonce heavy blossoms are gonefringed green stems stand proud –LE – 5/6/24
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere, and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learning to enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will…
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Down Under
Down Under by Men at Work Travelling in a fried-out KombiOn a hippie trail, head full of zombieI met a strange lady, she made me nervousShe took me in and gave me breakfastAnd she said: “Do you come from a land down underWhere women glow and men plunderCan’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunderYou…
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April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson
April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson horizon to horizon, a cerulean domenot a cloud in the skySol’s long, warm morning rayscast another perfect day a slight breeze bobs the heavyOleander blossoms up and downside to side on their long green stemsarching toward the ground all around Silverbell Lake is placid and stillfishermen snoozing in…
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No Do-overs
No Do-overs some old people complainabout where they endedin their journeys around Sol saying, if they had it to do overthey’d choose different directionsmake better decisions; but I beg to differ all things being equal (same conditions), everyone does the best they can, given their knowledge and circumstance-compulsions no matter their committed determinationtheir lives would…
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Feeling the Need for a Little Magic
The Color of Musical Magic Spells Strumming colors into woven spells,intricate patterns of color,where pulling a single threadunravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its ownhue, making physical structures in the air,floating on the soothing, smooth,intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along.Hear the colors building the spell.Open your…
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After the Gold Rush
After the Gold Rushby Neil Young Well, I dreamed I saw the knightsIn armor comingSaying something about a queenThere were peasants singing andDrummers drummingAnd the archer split the tree There was a fanfare blowingTo the sunThat was floating on the breezeLook at Mother Nature on the runIn the 1970sLook at Mother Nature on the runIn…
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Security a Myth
Security a Myth mainstream andsocial media sites bleed murder larceny andviolence of every stripegovernment leaders, theworst confidence-menthis side of prison gates brunt of our conditioning authoritarians convincing us of our super vulnerabilityneed security forces at their beck and call must spendlimited resourcesto eliminate crimethe security myth the excuse of all tyrants but damn little for…
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Gone Blowsy Already
Gone Blowsy Already a third of the Brittlebush hasgone blowsy alreadyand April’s not even done their yellow petals wind-pluckedlike she loves me, loves me notsfuzzy brown heads bob gray-green pincushionspinioned with plethorasof frizzy-headed straight pins –LE – 4/21/24
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