Tag: Art
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First Loop Ride In May
First Loop Ride In May Bright clear cerulean skySol’s long morning raysDapple shadows the whole wayTo El Camino del Cerro‘The road to nowhere’ Most of the way The dry riverbed exudesLush verdant treesWho’s roots must runTo the river belowGone subterraneanA century ago Sadly Homeless campsIn the riverbedHave exploded exponentiallySince we moved hereA short few years…
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Fusión Música
Listening to a Fusion of Melodies and Rhythms Beats Antique bass note shakes the houselike distant thunder rumblingeerie hollow violin stringsscratchy vibrationstaut bow slowly draggedacross themexotic finger cymbalsand toe-bellsrhythmically accentthe oboe and saxlyre-strings plucking outthe counterpointpainting a dreamy sceneIn the sound of athousand faces in beatsantique –LE
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Jazzy Sexy Sax
Putting this back out there for another tour around the proverbial ‘block’…; -) Baritone Sax bass tonesof a baritone saxblast the underpinningsof space/time apartas we tumblethrough the voidreaching out forany residual strandsof melodyfrom the songof life –LE – 8/29/24 PS: How would you define ‘the song of life’? Is it strictly physical, spiritual, psychic, or…
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From Behind The Facade
From Behind The Facade I occasionally feel duplicitouspeering out throughthe windows of my facadestudying it in the mirror should one feel duplicitouswhen we all cultivate oneover our lifetimesocieties demand it must submit to social ‘norms’regardless of internal truthsthat may or may not besupported in ours do we, can we evertruly know ourselvesthe essence behindour two…
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Contentment
Contentment as a youthI thought the worldheld a grudgeagainst methought it wassingling me out eventually truthdawned on meit’s the commonexperience of lifefor any and allborn into it discovered that onehas little choice onhow ‘life’ treats usexcept on howwe perceive itand how we react even with thesocalled ‘wisdom’of age upon usmultitudes of hardshipsand joys continueto bathe…
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An Infinite Ecosphere
An Infinite Ecosphere sometimes I feel likean insignificant tiny bubblefloating in frothy foam andspume one of infinite bubblesecospheres caught inthe greater ecosphereinevitable streams of the space/time continuum –LE – 4/4/25
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Dark Puddle On The Driveway
Dark Puddle On The Driveway dark puddle on the drivewaybut noopens bright yellow cat-eyes found a cool spot in the shadethen meltedinto the pavement absorbing all the lighta void in space-timeuntil bright golden eyes surveyed me warilybut with interestperhaps I brought or was … dinner –LE – 3/25/25
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Riffing On The Color Purple
This is more of a stream-of-consciousness endeavor, though I did edit it a bit upon completion. It’s from my time in a poetry group back in Ashland KY, some time in 2011 or ’12… Some of the references may elude those born at the end of the 20th century, into the present… Sorry ’bout that…; -)~…
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Her Scented Bed
From my first Haiku Collection – late 1990s Her Scented Bed In her scented bedPassion’s tides recede and rise —The fan moans softly –LE
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Moving Meditation
Moving MeditationFrom my first Haiku Collection – late 1990s Qigong keeps me wellenergy moves in circles —snake creeps down, cock stands –LE PS: Yes, this was inspired by my daily Taijiquan practice…
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