Category: Poetry
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Empty Coffee Cup
Empty Coffee Cup Coffee cup is empty…Again.How many’s that today?One, two…ten? I guess I’ll make more…With cinnamon or chocolate, Or perhapsIrish cream? Or do I want my usualJust plain, no additives Strong, deep, and dark, the Color and consistency of My back-lit heart? –LE – 2/24/24
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Leave a Light On
Leave a Light Onby Tom Walker The second someone mentioned you were all aloneI could feel the trouble coursing through your veinsNow I know, it’s got a holdJust a phone call left unanswered had me sparking upThese cigarettes won’t stop me wondering where you areDon’t let go, keep a hold If you look into the…
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Wild Amarillo Poppies
Wild Amarillo Poppies Heading north on the LoopPast the Road to NowhereThe fresh aroma of greasewood Soothes my mind Winter browns and gray-greensTurning Kelly and day-glo onTrees and bushes in theRiverbed and washes Then, past El Camino Del CerroWild amarillo poppiesShoulder our path under theMarbled, milky-blue dome of sky –LE – 2/25/24
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Shake The Dust
Shake the Dustby The Sweeplings RiseGuide me to the lightOh, how IBreathe the night, breathe the nightRiseBreak out from the rustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust RiseI won’t be held downOh, how IFeel it now, feel it nowRiseLeavin’ all that wasSee every captive freeTo shake the dustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust Here…
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Coyote-three-pack
Coyote-three-pack Desert Survivors Native Plant NurseryHoney-glazed in the late morning sunCoyote-three-pack shimmers toward theSanta Cruz and its dry bedLooking healthy and well fed Dapper Roadrunners colorfully decked-outFor the mating season’s onset, scurryTo and fro between nursery and riverbedWith coyotes stalking those colorful birdsWhat would Wiley E’s advice be? –LE – 2/20/24
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The River
The River by Blues Saraceno Oh, my Lord, take this soulLay me at the bottom of the riverThe devil has come to carry me homeLay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river Oh, my Lord, take this handSave me from the gallowsHear this news, bear my goldLay me in the shallowsEvil’ll come if…
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Towner’s Woods Remembered
Towner’s Wood Remembered leaf-carpet strewn pathssoggy in low trail dipsdry and brittle where elevatedoak, brich, maple, sassafrasbeach, black walnut, andtree of heaven leaves intertwinedforming that carpet decayed, disintegrating bridgespans the stream-bed leading toTwin Lakes, visible through thetree trunks and from theindian mounds, worn trail tothe crests, offerings scatteredover the rocks old railroad water station andtrack-bed…
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Silence In Motion
Another one from last year… Silence in Motion an inky void sashaysthrough the sunrise longshadows on stealthy cat’s paws from beneath the grapefriuttree, across the porch to the fountain’sreservoir takes a long drinkthen some personal grooming asbright yellow eyes peer through thescreen door for any canine objections –LE
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Tennessee
Tennesseeby Gillian Welch I kissed you cause I’ve never been an angelI learned to say hosannas on my kneesBut they threw me out of Sunday school when I was nineAnd the sisters said I did just as I pleasedEven so I try to be a good girlIt’s only what I want that makes me weakI…
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