Category: Poetry
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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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Late April Morning Sun
Late April Morning Sun the late April sun leaves my legs and arms itchy and red after three hoursa 23-mile recumbent bike run the dew-rag between my helmetand head is soaked throughbarely keeps the sweatout of my face the ride’s elevation inclinemore than 700 feet took my10 bars of internal power andstrength down to zero…
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Optimism
Optimism Clearing blue sky,A promise in bare branches.In winter, there are sunny days.In adulthood, childhood can return. — Deng Ming-Dao
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Path Along the Julian Wash
Path Along the Julian Wash three crows sitting on the guardraileyeing us as we ride by, thenfalling and somersaultinginto the void along the washsquawking and chattering throughtheir aerial acrobatics amidst an explosion of yellowblossoms, desert marigolds,greasewood, and brittlebush,their mature heads bowingin the breeze like flirtatiousBlackeyed Susans interspersed with the sunglazed,fluorescent peach and lightviolet blossoms of…
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Michelangelo
Michelangeloby Emmylou Harris Last night I dreamed about youI dreamed that you were olderYou were looking like PicassoWith a scar across your shoulderYou were kneeling by the riverYou were digging up the bodies buried long agoMichelangelo Last night I dreamed about youI dreamed you were a pilgrimOn a highway out aloneTo find the mother of…
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Passive and Receptive
************************* Let us not therefore go hurrying aboutand collecting honey, bee-like,buzzing here and there impatiently from a knowledge of what is to be arrived at.But let us open our leaves like a flower,and be passive and receptive. – John Keats
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Give Thanks
Give Thanks When you arise in the morningGive thanks for the morning light.Give thanks for your life and strength.Give thanks for your food.And give thanks for the joy of living.And if perchance you seeno reason to give thanksRest assured the fault is yours. – American Indian Saying
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You Don’t Know You’re Born
You Don’t Know You’re Bornby Mark Knopfler What do you know about the hammer and the spikeWhat do you know about the farmYou don’t knowYou don’t know what it’s likeBecause you don’t knowYou don’t know you’re born What do you know about the hammer and the chiselYou only know the kitchen and the warmYou don’t…
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