Category: Poetry
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The Air That I Breathe
The Air That I Breatheby The Hollies Lyrics If I could make a wishI think I’d passCan’t think of anything I needNo cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no soundNothing to eat, no books to read Making love with youHas left me peaceful, warm, and tiredWhat more could I askThere’s nothing left to be desiredPeace came…
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January Rose
January Rose January roseOne of two amid the thornsStrong scent fills my nose The thorny bush bloomsIn Tucson’s mid-winter chillTwo pink buds unfurl Pink bud on displayA sweet scent, all pervadingThe rosebud opened –LE – 1/13/26
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Shadow On The Door
Shadow On The Door There’s a shadow on the doorFeel like I should know itIt does look kind of familiarSeems to moveWhenever I do Light seems to surround itComing from a source far awayBut something interrupts itSomething’s in the wayAh, it’s only me Always seem to beIn something’s wayRegardless of the dayWhere perceptions hold swayInconvenience,…
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Distrust
Distrust Distrust names the gameLeaders betray us for gainOur demise and pain Once you are betrayedYou are never quite the sameTrust, a fatal aim To overcome itCompassion must take the reinsAs empathy plays But Never trust MandarinsTheir appetites unsatedDon’t care about us At all, only wealthPower and their own statusThe elite, the ‘cream’ Trust and…
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The Losers’ Lament
A study in irony that most of us have probably experienced… If Only – The Losers’ Lament if only I was handsome/pretty born a financial genius or just with loads of money I’d be happy, healthy, contented instead of frustrated and demented circumvented fate is stacked against me it should be plain for all to…
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Painting With Sand
Sand Paintings Haboobs gone a strayColored sands, percussion laidMandala-raising Red, blue, yellow grainsSandblasting my open mindMandala gazing –LE – 1/8/26
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That’s Life
That’s Life the end of each chapter in my lifeleft me dangling in mid-air or flailingin whitewater rapids to nowhere new chapters, always begun in disarrayregardless of best intentions and plansalways went astray – but that’s life seldom has anything gone as expectednot always the worst resultbut generally not one fondly projected it’s surprising to…
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Irony Of Ironies
Irony of Ironies sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecologyless humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out remnantsof abundance of ouronce high civilizationirony of…
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Even Flawed Humans
Even Flawed Humans even flawed humanscan, from time to time,have profound insights some even produce volumesfilled with uncensored, deepcritical thought some spoken in commoneveryday vernacularwhile some are more pedantic thus communicating witha wide swath of humanitythe mysteries of our common realities –LE – 12/31/25
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First Sunday In January – Morning Ride
First Sunday In January – Morning Ride the morning air was heavy and thickhazy sunshine filtered throughthe thickly marbled sky encountered only a couple ofdog-walkers using the Loopand a paint horse and riderleisurely ambling southin the dry riverbed yellow goat head thorn blossomscyclists with air-filled tires’ banecovered large swaths ofthe Loop’s sides along with an…
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