Category: Poetry
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Hats
Hats (Good guys wear black… I mean white…I mean black… I mean…) How many hats can anyone wear?Then again, who really cares?But if you’re one of the caring few,Consider the consequence of those we choose. No matter what your current hatIt’s worn in shades of white through black.Most are worn in these shades of gray.It’s…
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Quantum-verse
Quantum-verse What is reality,shadow photons or the seen?Shades of multiverse. Quantum thought is strange.Speaks of dimensionality shifts –freaks-out common sense. So, what is our life,simple or complex So fundamental,so complex we can’t understand,energy only? –LE – an old one from the early 2010’s
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St. Patty’s Day Ride
St. Patty’s Day Ride Marshmallow clouds humped-up overSurrounding mountainsTucson basin sporting aCerulean sky 9 am sun casting long shadowsBar and QR coding the LoopAnd its shoulders, summarizing allAs we roll by Fresh greasewood scents the airThe yellow blossoms of BrittlebushExploding everywhere, thenHeading home with our usual flare –LE – 3/17/24
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St. Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick’s Day A brewer’s success taleIn shades of kelley greenAnd Black and Tan’s brownGreen beer in pubs all around Too many claim Irish for the dayToo many Kiss me, I’m Irish teesSt. Patty’s Day parades aboundUsually, a huge letdown And the snakes he drove outOf the emerald IslesAbound everywhere elseHe left strife north and…
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Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring
Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring There you sit all alone,between walk and stairsBut worry not, the spring is newand we’ll soon be trippingover every kind,all bathed in dew. Too soon, your golden maneturns puffy white,as your seeds inherit the earth,at least till the next polar vortexsends them dormant … again. Or until Nature’s…
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In My Own Mind
In My Own Mindby Lyle Lovett I get up in the morningDrink a cup of coffeeI look out of the windowI try to get it startedI turn it all overPlow it all underI plant ’em in the springtimePick ’em in the summer I live in my own mindAin’t nothin but a good timeNo rain just…
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Scalawag
Scalawag Low down and dirtyBlack hearted scalawag Took me to the crow’sMurder reunion cotillion Told everyone he’sWorth a quintillion And scampered awayWith all the sweetmeats Took to the evening skyAs I watched with a long sigh –LE – 3/5/24
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The Devil Is an Angel Too
AThe Devil Is an Angel Tooby Janiva Magness Well, you look just like an angel, you sound so bright and true,You seem so sweet coming down my street, but the devil is an angel too,The devil is an angel too.Somehow you seem familiar – haven’t I seen you before?Got a different name, but is it…
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Desert Marigolds and Guardians
Desert Marigolds and Guardians Ruffle-edged, yellow, irregular polka dotsFuzzy lemon centers, resting onA field of course ferny green Silver Yuccas watch from a nearby ridgeLong spiked Aztec war-bonnetsForeshadow long overdue reckonings Contemplations on a ride toThe road to nowhereAnd home –LE – 3/5/24
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Puppernickel
Pumpernickel Pumpernickel, so much better thanplain old white breadWonder Bread comes to mindso too excellent, marbled ryeseems to be the theme of our times –LE – 3/2/24
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