Tag: Art
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Mid-October Sunday Morning Ride
Mid-October Sunday Morning Ride the morning air moist and freshafter yesterday’s rainlarge and small animal tracksstanding out in the damp butdrying mud of the riverbeda little standing waterhere and therebut the floodwatersare gone a multitude of skinkscrisscrossing the pathfinally out of theirhidey-holes a-trollin’ the sky overheada brilliant deep bluefaded to the horizonsartist-clouds ofPayne’s gray to…
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Another October Morning Ride
Another October Morning Ride rode out this morningunder a gray dappled skyfifty shades ?more like four or fivethe fifty reserved for justificationbackbone of human pride only a few walkers and bikersout on the Loop so farperhaps they took the rainforecast seriously only a few spittlesout and backthen once homea little pitter-patcool my fatiguedmuscle mass old…
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I Had A Friend
I Had A Friend in our journey from birth to deathwe cross paths with multitudessome walk with us for a waysthen leave for different by-ways sometimes our paths cross againbut the rivers we treadand the persons we becamekeep changing, not the same even deep emotional connectionsdiverge, thinning to nothing orsplitting by social pressuresconditioning and misunderstanding…
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October Morning Ride
October Morning Ride pristine blue overheaddesert panorama bathedin golden sunshine long shadows layacross the crowded pathjoggers and bikers galore someone said, “must be trainingfor an upcoming event”their huffing, puffing, and sweating but Occam’s razor might suggestthat it’s just a beautiful morningenjoying outside’s cool morning air roadrunner startles medarts across my path aspigeons flock overhead again,…
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Destiny Maybe
Destiny Maybe Can’t seem to carry a tuneWhile tapping outCounterpoint rhythmsAnd chords on myOut of tune guitarSo easily doneIn years gone byYouthful memories Very difficultWhile fighting theInevitableEncroachingTide of decline andSenility Is it better to wageA losing battleOr allow oneselfTo flounder Does it really matterWhen society’sFoundationsHave devolvedWorm-riddenCaricaturesDissolving underOur feet Of value toNo oneOrDestinyMaybe –LE – 9/20/25
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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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