Category: Poetry
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Cool Early Fall Ride
Cool Early Fall Ride cool morningin the mid 60s Fhigh 70s Fon the return cloudless domebut for a few billowsplumping up from thedistant northern peaks sunlight sparkles offthe receding flood watersrolling north to thewaiting Gila the roar of RCmodel boatsrooster-tailing onSilverbell lakeshattered themorning’s gentlepeace a couple of fatskinks zigzagedacross the pathand a large blackbird of…
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Another False Promise
Typical for Tucson, even when there are the occasional raindrop splats on my windshield…; -) Another False Promise gathering clouds anddarkening skiesthunder rolling far and widebut there is no rainjust a little sky-spitaldappling the front walkwaythe promise of rainjust another lie as the sun glows brightlow in the far western skysunbows tint the gray –LE…
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Soundtracks Of My Life
Soundtracks Of My Life the earliest I can rememberEverly brothers dream, dream, dreamoff and on even through high school : https://youtu.be/tbU3zdAgiX8?si=7TpLPosTQu2HwdAC 1967 enthralled by Clapton and Cream’sBorn Under A Bad Sign till the ‘80sif it wasn’t for bad luck, there’d be no luck at all : https://youtu.be/f1pzXJuvdAY?si=vPfaLpupxBE1jfNC then, in the ‘90s, Jonny Lang’sWander This World…
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Cafe Maggie
Café Maggie seven AM respiteavocado toast and adouble espresso perusing the artcurated, priced, and hanginga morning’s good start at Café Maggiewhere art and poetry shineon Saturday nights students and localsdisplay creative sides thatwe appreciate –LE – 9/25/25 PS: Café Maggie is located in Tucson. To clarify, poetry is the second Saturday of every other month.…
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Hunt The Sky
Hunt The Skyby Voiceplay Steel in hand, we march as oneUnder moon and the burning sunSky-beasts come with claws of flameWe strike hard and we take no name Hunt the sky Through storm and rain across the seaWe chase the beasts and our destinyFrom mountains peak to the depths belowAx in grip and we never…
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Roadrunner
Encountered this fellow on Tuesday’s ride… thought he deserved a few verses of his own…; -) Roadrunner ran across my patha challenge to race, it seemsheaved in my hot face goth-like personawearing a stiff black mohawkand long tail feathers feet resemblingspinning wheels throwing up dustdark-rimmed eyes glaring challenge presentedmy momma didn’t raise no foolso just…
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September Morning Ride
This is based on my Tuesday morning ride – 9/23/25. 26 miles in a little less than 3 hrs. Yes, I was quite ‘burnt’ and exhosted by the time I got home…; -) September Morning Ride starring into the deep blue voida single thought-bubble-cloudpresiding over mountains and sky riding a sun-bakedand blistered, faded side streeta…
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An Old Poem From The Mid ’90s
I posted this about a year ago. Thoght I’d give it another go…; -) 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,…
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Flowers Real And Plastic
Flowers Real And Plastic Flowers that are realWhile some are colored plasticPollinators hum –LE – 9/14/25
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