Category: Poetry
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What Do Incompetence Mean?
What Do Incompetence Mean? Imagination’s greater than knowledge,and – what do incompetence mean, andwhere is this touted imagination? Ultraviolet rage is glowing loud, andmediocrity is on a rampage. Originality is seldom seen; itmore often resembles hand-me-downjeans in a gray-Fifth-Avenue-wet-dream. Yet, my attempts at being genuineend in trite mediocrity – all mine. Fuck this and fuck…
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November’s First Rain In Tucson
November’s First Rain In Tucson November’s first all day rainchilling to the bone as itsoaks the thirsty ground rain waters flow in the streetsand washes looking likefords in shallow creeks vehicles create giantroostertails through theflooded intersections soaking everything andanyone in the water’sarching range parched plants and groundsigh in relief with Tucson’s firstall day November rain…
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Go Ahead, Drive Me Mad, Again…
This is a recurring problem here… probably everywhere… Drive Me Mad drive – me mador wild – insanemundaneall the same harassing loudfour-wheeloff-road on theroad wheelies abound dogs barkingin every yardpass the rage onbarrio hounds some are not intuitiveor peaceablepretended strengthstereotyped characters intentions are notpeace and lovebut an Instinctmacho au naturel disgustingly, amusingly futile –LE –…
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The Highwayman
A special sad little story to help celebrate Day Of The Dead. The Highwaymanby Loreena McKennitt – Written by Alfred Noyes in the early 1900’s The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seasThe road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple…
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Monster Mash – For Halloween
Samhain, Halloween – that special time of year when the veil between life and death is at its thinnest, most permeable… so they say… Monster Mashby Bobby “Boris” Pickett I was working in the lab, late one nightWhen my eyes beheld an eerie sightFor my monster from his slab, began to riseAnd suddenly to my…
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Shadows – Special for Halloween
On this eve of Halloween, let’s ponder some views of shadows and their possible implications… Evil, Scary, Benign…? Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras…
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Revisiting Laying-on Paint
This is from early in 2023. I’d just finished a larger acrylic abstract winter landscape… Laying-on Paint background musicto start – sonatas forviolin and guitar canvas preparedrough draft ofvision laid down paints on palateessential colorsmixed and ready brush-tip drips colorlaid on canvas andshapes are rendered with patient strokesor dabbed and scrapedwith palette knife bold music…
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Our Feral Dinner Guests
Homage to The Naming of Cats by T.S. Elliot Our Feral Dinner Guests Tigger and Midnight are not in sightprobably just out cattin’ aroundwhile Yinyang lounging mid-drivewaysurveys my trip to the trash caneyes half open in feigned interestalready had their evening stash Tigger a.k.a, Gray, Stripes, etc.a gray tiger, timid and jumpyour newest feral dinner…
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Revisiting Archery After More Than A Year
Since the original posting of this poem, I’ve changed bows, and my accuracy has improved exponentially. I’m currently using a Bear compound bow adjusted to 50 lbs with sights. I still use the 40lb recurve from time to time, but I’ve come to prefer the compound… Progress?… Archery 40lb recurve bow4 strings11 arrows each44 pullssinews…
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The Gates Of Istanbul
The Gates Of Istanbulby Loreena McKennitt See there, past that far-off hillA tower held in the skyHear there, in that dark blue nightThe music calling us home See there, in that far-off fieldFlowers turned to the skyFeel there, in that dark blue nightThe music calling us home Stars may always guide our wayFrom desert sands…
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