Category: Poetry
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April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson
April’s Last Morning on the Loop Tucson horizon to horizon, a cerulean domenot a cloud in the skySol’s long, warm morning rayscast another perfect day a slight breeze bobs the heavyOleander blossoms up and downside to side on their long green stemsarching toward the ground all around Silverbell Lake is placid and stillfishermen snoozing in…
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Feeling the Need for a Little Magic
The Color of Musical Magic Spells Strumming colors into woven spells,intricate patterns of color,where pulling a single threadunravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its ownhue, making physical structures in the air,floating on the soothing, smooth,intricate work of musical magic. Close your eyes and drift along.Hear the colors building the spell.Open your…
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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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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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