Category: Poetry
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The Universe Breathes Meditation
The Universe Breathes Meditation The universe breathesthrough you and meyou and I through it It sees through my / our eyesand hears through my / our earssmells through my / our nosestastes through my / our tonguesfeels through my / our feelingsinternal and externalblending to form ourmutual biospherewhich nothingis independent of I, you and me,…
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First Morning Ride Since The Equinox
First Morning Ride Since The Equinox Rode out under a bright skyThe blue less intense at the horizonsOccasional wispy white cloudsPainting the dome overhead Tucson’s surrounding mountain fortressesSilhouettes in the horizon’s mists Amarillo exploding acrossThe Tucson basinPalo Verde, Brittlebush, Desert MarigoldsAnd Greasewood The occasional crimson counterpoint ofThorny Bougainvillea climbing fences and walls The dry, sandy…
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Red Sky In The Morning, Sailors Take Warning
The red skies are most morning, but most refuse to see it… A Red Sky A red sky drippingoozing bloodbackdrop ofsocietycivilization progressive pretensecrusted andsmothered indisease ashblackish grayishpoverty deathdestroying everynatural thing ittouches vaunted techno-progress dealingdeath efficientlyprofoundlyinexorably Earth’s progenyfeed – declineclothe – declinehouse – declinewe’ve chosen asixth major extinctionfor greed’s sakefor profitfor ‘progress’ humanity but a virusblight…
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A Long List Of Ironies
A Long List Of Ironies Expecting optimistic resultsfrom cynical endeavorsand thinking What is a cynic? Some have saida disappointed optimist What is an optimist? Some have saidone not grounded in the obvious What is ‘the obvious’? Just look around you But then, you tell me tobelieve what you saynot what I see Just another in…
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Brothers In Arms
Brothers In Armsby Dire Straits These mist covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will be Some day you’ll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you’ll no longer burnTo be brothers in arms Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI’ve witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged high And though…
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St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride
St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride springtime Sonoran foliage arrayedin many shades of greenincluding Kelly yellows dominated the bloomsfrom Brittlebush and Desert Marigoldsto Greasewood’s pimpled blooms andthe those on the crazy twisted shapesof Mesquite there was the iridescent peachof Desert Mallow, an accentfunctioning more like a commaas we rolled along the Loop didn’t see any fauna…
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The Cat’s Paw Ball
The Cat’s Paw Ball Tuxedoed kittiesin a pile under a chairdance the cat’s paw ball –LE
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Mid March Morning Ride
Mid March Morning Ride milky sunshine leaves dark patcheswhere shadows of trees normally layusual outlines are not on displaya heavily marbled skyto the east and souththe mountains all aroundjust silhouettes deep in the mists still water pools left by rainsfrom last week and the other daydapple the otherwise dry riverbedunder bridges and shaded spaceswhere many…
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A Morning Meditation
A Morning Meditation pair of Budgiesin deep conversationover coffee (I mean,their water and seed) the morning chill pervadesmoments before the sunriseas the distant humof morning rush hour rises but the traffic seems far awayas a train’s airhorn cutsthe morning stillnessthoughts turn back within breathe inlet it gothoughts drift awaystillness holds sway here and nowthankfulall my…
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