Category: Poetry
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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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A Retorical Question – Do You Still Have Faith In Nights?
Do You Still Have Faith In Nights? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In Ronda, the famous bull-fighting centerin southern Spain, there is tribute to you,for your work and…
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It Happens Every Day At Five
This is reminiscent of dacades past when we had an acutal, thriving, industrial economy in this country… Now, I suspect that ‘The Daily Resurrection Blues’ might be stated differently… –LE The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got…
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November, 2024 – Winter’s In The Air – Right On Schedule…
Winter’s In The Air Now the leaves have fallenThey’re lying on the groundAutumn’s many colored blanketHas turned a brittle brown And now we wait for winterwearing his hoary crownhe steals our body’s heatAnd chills us to the bone His arrival brings the holidaysTo warm our hearts againThe solstice and the new yearJoys to tide us…
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Why Aye Man
Why Aye Manby Mark Knopfler We had no way of staying afloatWe had to leave on the ferry boatEconomic refugeesOn the run to GermanyWe had the back of Maggie’s handTimes were tough in GeordielandWe got wor tools and working gearAnd humped it all from Newcastle to here Why aye man, why aye, why aye manWhy…
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My Tadpole Catrike
My Tadpole Catrike tadpole Catrike gobbles the milesmy feet flicking out of the gapbetween the two front wheelslike a flickering snake’s tonguefrom an unhinged serpentine maw cold blue November skynot a cloud in sightthe riverbed is damp fromour first all-day November rainon Dia de Los Muertos the bike path was washedand wind-blown drynow, a large…
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Another Look At Glimpses Metaphysical
Metaphysical Glimpses life and deathwhite and blackyin and yangwaves and troughslight and darkinside and outsidethe universe and I two sides of the same coinpoles in the same eventa game with no winnerif one side winsexistence ends endings and beginningsall exists simultaneouslyeach implies otherlife and death YES! each wave adifferentiationof ocean – universeyet still ocean aswave…
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