Category: Poetry
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Forest
Forest Leafless trees and evergreens,weighted, gleaming white withboughs bowing groundward Small tracks, trails, and pathsthrough cold white mounds, betweenstraw textured tufts, around treesand in the hollowed lees Sparkling drips from boughs abovereflect the strengthening sun, magnifiesthe fragrance of melt and thawing ground Puddles gather in low places,melt flows on the surface and below,refreshes and quenches…
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A Posthumous Question for Rainer Maria Rilke
This qusetion is engendered by Rilke’s poem, ‘You, Darkness’, printed below my question poem. Do You Still Have Faith in Nights ? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In…
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Televission – Streaming Zeitgeist Vissions
Televission – Streaming Zeitgeist Vissions Light-emiting diode screens colorful images with soundthat screams at, or lulls the passionately roving thumband remote, that quite blinds, hour upon wasted hour,or just footage of someone’s cat and its imaginary crown. Quickly, spit out this hopefully humorous vission ofyourself, or our collective selves,before it becomes our only view… too late.…
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Too true or at least more true than we’d like ?
Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or — forever with all our evil friendsin brimstone hellfire climes,dissipating in smoke, breathed onovercast, smoggy days in any fossil fuel-powered factory or man- ufacturing town in any hemisphere, North,…
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Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull snorts and humming flute spits fire-laden ice waterlight-show dappled stage Dickens era clothesexpecting sackbut and lutebohemian rock post-show exit blueslocomotive breath – enragedaftermath come-down overflowed parkingtime-warped travel home – snot dripsfrom Aqualung’s nose –LE
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learningto enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will –…
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Dappled Sunshine
Dappled Sunshine no more computer,no more work induced stressing — gone incognito mystery-bird calls thrice —hunger…danger…alone insoft dappled sunshine –LE
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Meditation Garden & Beer Bottles
Beer Bottles Meditation beer bottles and their brewswarm or cold, light or darkinviting intoxicating – expectingtextures thin and creamyin colored glass – for camouflagegreen, brown, clear, and blueall the hues of consciousnessawake or sleepingand yes,dreaming too –LE
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Enigma – Haiku – Mothman
crunching wind-devilstrewn leaves in my path —translucent cloud deck Scorpio’s sun castslong shadows, even at noon —skink does his pushups
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