Tag: Art
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A Season In Hell – Rimbaud and the Cruisers
My memory of Rimbaud was roused by a poem I read by one of the poets I’m following here in this forum recently (last couple of days). The poet refers to him in a line or two; and sorry, but I don’t remember which poem or poet… I do remember liking the poem. And when…
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Dark Chocolate Covered Salted Caramels
Dark Chocolate Covered Salted Caramels rich and chewytough enough to breakan old man’s brittle teethbut he don’t caredark chocolate andsalted caramel meltshis mouth in ecstasyso there as he spitsout a brokentooth or two or threea few more gaps inhis smilehe sees he’ll wait awhile self-indulgently daintily-now nibbling sliding impatient tongue over and around hisdark chocolate…
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Angel Food vs Devil’s Food
Angel food vs Devils food White vs ChocolateBland vs ExtraordinaryWhite vs brown ORHow about marbledMore like reality Why is whiteassociated withangles where didthat come fromWhy brown(chocolate)with devilsProbably theChristian cultof Judaism Alas God inA burning bushwas surely not whitebut some colorassociated withburning shrubberyperhaps yellowred or blue if hotenough Those religiousprogenitors weresurely not whitebut brown oroliveonly in…
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Bobble-head Pigeon
Bobble-head Pigeon Struts on byAlong pavementShoulderScrub by the washScoping out insectsAnd seeds notDeigning to fly Missing the large-Winged silhouetteHigh in the skyShadow gliding byPath and ScrubRapidly increasingSize with thePredator’s plunge Bobble-head pigeonGone –LE
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Whiskey Painters
Whiskey Painters 4×5 inchmasterpiecespaintswere carriedin a smallAnacin tinfolding brushcompletedthe ensemble table in the barthe painter’sbrush dipped ina half-fullshot glassJamesonwon’t mindfor art’s sake vibrant colorsbrushed onhoneyed withaged IrishKentuckyor Tennesseelittle masterpiecesexchanged We’re allwelcome to tryWhiskey-coloredmasterpieceslandscapesportraitsabstractssounds prettydaunting so Iguess I won’tbe flauntingmuch –LE Whiskey Painters of America (WPA) is a closed, exclusive organization. And no, I’m not a…
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The Lion’s Roar
The Lion’s Roarby First Aid Kit Now the pale morning sings of forgotten thingsShe plays a tune for those who wish to overlookThe fact that they’ve been blindly deceivedBy those who preach and pray and teachBut she falls short and the night explodes in laughter But don’t you come here and say I didn’t warn…
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The Elephant in the Room
The Elephant in the Room Sometimes, I get so tired of thinking and writing about it; or perhaps disallutioned is a better word for it. Nothing seems to change significantly, even though most of us know that it must for the survival of our species for more than a generation or two to come. Where…
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Dancing Till Dawn and Beyond
When the Sun Goes Down when the sun goes downtime to loose the soundlet the music rollfrom windows and stagesall over town dance in moonlit courtyardssylvan groves and barsbodies sway in synccommuning deep inLuna’s silvery light rhythmic enchantmentenfold us till allpassions are spentand sunrise dazzlesour red-rimmed eyes –LE
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Warm Day in February
Warm Day in February Mellow jazz inthe backgrounddog barking at hisshadow or mineor some invisiblepresence onthe windin the shadowswho knows 75 degree upperSonoran winterdry-heat daythe scent ofsage smudgeall around meready to driftaway maybe a visitfrom the Yaquimedicine manor perhaps myold friend Mary Jmaybe I needa Sonoran cheesecrisp first tideme over tillthe main mealafter sunsetmay getsurrealwho…
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