Category: Poetry
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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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The Spanish Dancer
The Spanish Dancer As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts whiteflickering tongues before it bursts into flame:with the audience around her, quickened, hot,her dance begins to flicker in the dark room. And all at once it is completely fire. One upward glance and she ignites her hairand, whirling faster and faster, fans her dressinto…
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Killing the Blues
Killing the Bluesby Roly Salley [Verse 1]Leaves were falling just like embersIn colors red and gold, they set us on fireBurning just like a moonbeam in our eyes [Chorus]Somebody said they saw meSwinging the world by the tailBouncing over a white cloudKilling the blues [Verse 2]Now I am guilty of somethingI hope you never do,…
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
Another oldie but goodie? … The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues.…
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