Category: Poetry
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Can Your Hear Them?
Stifled Cries From time-to-time the stifled criesof our most honored lies Come spinning up from the depthsof my unconscious mind, The closest thing to connectionwith universal lives, Whispering a compelling storyof need and greed, Of hypocrisy that softens the mind’till the lies succeed. Sometimes, night or day,as I lounge and let my mind stray, I…
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2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop
2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop rode out under a bright blue domefading to gossamer behind the peaksto the horizonsnot a cloud in the skynot even a lousy contrail ghost of the waning gibbous moonhovers at eleven o’clockin the western skyor two o’clock in the southern view morning’s long shadowsdappled the pathand…
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Minimalism
Minimalism the lessons of my lifelearned over years ofmore or lessunrelenting strifepoint to conclusionsmany won’t ordon’t like less is moreand all too oftenmore is lesssounds contradictoryI know it took me most ofa lifetime to digest the simpler a motionsay, in self-defensethe more likely itmeets with success the less clutter (things)one has accumulatedyou know…toys, tools, utensilsmagazines,…
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One of Those Days
One of Those Daysby Eilen Jewell Well, something’s in the airBurning hot and sweetThere’s a man over thereSittin’ in the street I’m over hereWith a rusted forty-fourSittin’ on the stepsOf your back doorIt’s one of those days Well, the only thing that movesIs the laundry on the lineAnd a dusty dog that bitesJust to kill…
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Another Bright November Morning
Another Bright November Morning rode out through long shadowsfrom the southeastern sunrisea bright blue dome overhead drone of stop and gomorning rush houra white noise backgroundalmost but looping the Loopwith the riverbed’slush green trees and shrubsgoes a long way to soothas Brittlebush blossomscasually wave inthe light breeze, too light traffic on the path todaynot many…
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It Just Seems
It Just Seems the older I getthe less I tend toconnect with familyand friends oreven strangers it’s not that I appreciatethem any the lessjust distance andmutual concernshave ultimatelydiverged to distract, in a wayhard for me to sayyes, I’d like tocome out and playjust not those sametired old games fed up with society’s liesintentional and otherwiseas…
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Wabi-Sabi
Wabi-Sabi We’re all works of artso they saywith all our imperfectionson full display. So why do the sanctimoniousalways complaintell us how to look and livefrom their distortedperspectives and rules? Ignore them! You are perfect as you areeven when others naysay;sanctimony, their onlydefence …“It’s not natural”“It just isn’t right”“That’s not how I was brought up”“There should…
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First Sunday Morning Of November
First Sunday Morning Of November last day of Dia de los Muertosits finale tonight but this chill morningour threesome rode outwith long shadowsthroughout the Loop with bright blue overheadand lush greenin the riverbedand plenty of Brittlebushraised their yellow heads the path was pretty crowdedwalkers and some with dogsas impatient bikersplayed chicane through us all we…
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Cool Morning
Cool Morning a breezy morningcool air washes my facemy handsmy toes the sun’s long raysthrough fences and treesmake long dark shadowwhere the critters play to be fairsome are absorbingthe warmth and lightwhere they lay while most residenttwo-leggers are hiddenwarm in theirsecure dens morning has begunfull of promisepotential for goodworks and fun –LE – 10/29/25
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Dia De Los Muertos
Dia De Los Muertos today and tomorrowhonor our departed onesshare a meal aswe all once did –LE – 11/1/25 PS: November 1 and 2, ‘Day of the Dead’ originated from the indigenous peoples of Mexico, particularly the Aztecs, who held ancient rituals to honor the dead and was later combined with Catholicism after Spanish…
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