Category: Poetry
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The Color of Musical Magic Spells
Strumming colors into woven spells, intricate patterns of color, where pulling a single thread unravels the whole illusion. Chords, where each note vibrates in its own hue, 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.…
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Wisps Over a Small Bowl 1968
Five hours hitching outside Newark Airport20 degrees, freezing fingers, ears, and toes,no one stops or even slows down,much less looks your way; must avoid eye contact. Eventually, hike into the airport, warm up enoughto pull out your guitar, jam in waiting area,guitar case open, accepting donations, spare change,eventually have enough … train ticket to Philly.…
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Haiku and Lakeshore
These are older, but perhaps still relevant… Some Autumn Haiku, more to come… Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled geese take flight. Goose with no head…oh!it’s under her wing –goosey slight of hand. –LE
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She Woke Shivering
Shivering night,Inky dark,She wokeAlone.Into snow-blindness,Walking, shiveringWhiteness to darkness,Shivering light,And again – alone.Where dark is coldAnd light is cold –Shivering, waking –Alone – ever – alone.–LE
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La Guitarra
The Guitar by Federico Garcia Lorca The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water weepsas the wind weepsover snowfields.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps for distantthings.Hot southern sandsyearning for white camellias.Weeps arrow without targetevening without morningand the first dead birdon the branch.Oh guitar!Heart mortally woundedby…
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ROBOTS
There was Tobor, RobbyAnd HAL 9000,Then Rhino, just a link inServo-cybernetic evolution,A manipulating armMoved by solid state servo brain. See its wonders;Marvel at its aim.So, What’s nextin this evolutionary chain,A surgical transplant fromMe or you to servo brain? –LE
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Steed
At least I have my wheels, my vehicle,My shiny, faithful, always trusty, steed. When she treats me well, she’s My sweet machine, My cherry ride, My shiny sweet serene. But when she’s fickle or broken down, she’s My god damn, My rust bucket, My infernal, My death trap, My garbage scow. She’s the kind that…
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Stew and Recipe
Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold, The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2 much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum runes, Blend stock…
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Beyond the Tipping Point
Beyond the Tipping Point Racism, elitism, bigotry, born on your mother’s knee or the surrogate thereof, Fine tuned by fathers and their surrogates, the powers that be. Illusions of freedom, controlled by the wealthy and religion, guilt-ing, rationalizing, the gullible, the faithful, into acting against their own best interests, in the interests of those who…
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Our Modern World
1 concentration of wealth, power, and freedoms in the hands of privileged classes, fear mongering, the old ploy, makes for easy control, to brow-beat the masses. 2 conform and obey, your patriotic duty, ignore any protests, though justified, condemn civil disobedience – all, science, an enemy, facts so inconvenient. condemn the discontented and suffering. praise…
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