Tag: Art
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Magician’s Quest
A little stream of consciousness… Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolicking for lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdrop of the unquenchable sunwith smoldering energy reigning for the wolves, for the thronesto hunt for the…
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Misperceptions
Misperceptions A cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less Imagined significance Nothing more, nothing less Perceived as normalNothing more, nothing less Misperception abounds Nothing more, nothing less Just a cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less –LE 1/21/24
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Only Human
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primates with opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without senses and perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the reality or ‘truth’ of any and…
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Winter Haiku
Written during my years in nothern Ohio Winter Haiku Windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure Now warm from walking,‘cept for my frostbitten ears —deep earth-tones and gray. Wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside. Sliding down the road,anti-lock brakes staccato —black ice beckoning. Slamming the car…
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Startled Coyote
Startled Coyote They can smell a human a mile awaySo they say We came upon him on our ride homeOn the Tucson Loop Soundless except for the hum of bike chainsAnd tires on pavement He rose from the shadows under a MesquiteApparently startled Mangy, thin, hungry looking, surveying usWarily as we approached Quickly veering toward…
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Angry Lake Erie
Angry Lake Erie (a recollection) Nighttime on a north Ohio coastlineDark gray clouds scudding eastwardTwelve-foot luminous gray wavesWashing over the concreteBreakwall No rain … yetMaybe yes, maybe noWind blows cold through my clothesHair whipping over my shouldersAs I face her voracious howl Erie’s angry tirade lastsThe whole nightBut I came down and sleptThrough her final…
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Alibis
Alibis Lives full of alibisDeny responsibilityCulpabilityPoint the fingerSomeoneAnyone elseThe blameWe have ourAlibis Our socialCognitiveDissonanceIntellectual dis-HonestyPuts the lieTo progressiveAnd conservativeClaims ofHumanity –LE
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My Residence in Kent – Memoir Continued
My Residence in Kent, OH Toward the end of my time in Kent, Kristen and her family came to visit me. That included her husband, Jerry, and her two sons, Jerid and Colin (my grandchildren), who were a year or two younger than my twins, Dylan and Caitlin (their aunt and uncle) We had a…
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Martial Arts During My Temp Work Career, ‘Till Retirement – Memoir Continued
Martial Arts During My Temp Work Carreer, ‘Till Retirement Most evenings and weekends, I worked on perfecting my own styles of martial arts, Aiki-jujitsu and Aikido, and Tai Chi Chuan. I also took lessons in Bagua Zhang and Xingyiquan. But I didn’t get very far in them, just not enough time. I should have started…
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