Tag: Art
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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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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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Late Summer Morning Ride
Late Summer Morning Ride Rolled out under a white and grayMostly cloudy sky Not much of the animal kingdomOut on display A couple of Prairie dog pupsSkittered in the margins A few ground squirrelsScampered along bridge supports Also, a few ‘spandex weenies’Asserting their imperious ‘right of way’ By the homeward bound legMost clouds had given…
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Broke the Bank Agian
Broke the Bank Again Broke the bank last timeThey want to do it againBankrupt next gen’s hopes A mean dirty trickDeceit, November repeatStick it to our kids And generations unbornKeep them wage-slavingIn debt forever –LE – 9/9/25
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My Blogging – A Curiosity – A Meditation
My Blogging – A Curiosity – A Meditation all my dreamssupposedcreativitymy pedantrymy vapidegocentricitiesfalling byvirtual gravitythrough myfingers andtablet keysonto thedigital pagebefore me for my‘vast’bloggingaudienceto read can’t helpbut wonderhow theycan wasteso muchtime onthe mentalgymnasticsthat nowdefine me thepomposityof the ideadefies mycuriosity –LE – 9/8/25
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Colors Before My Eyes
Colors Before My Eyes Purples and greensRoll up before myClosed eyesAlong with scenes From my idioticRomanticSometimes pedanticForgotten memories Too many timesSmashed out of meBy brass-knuckledReality Only rememberedIn quiet timesWith my ancientEyes closed –LE – 9/6/25
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Late August Sunday Morning Ride
Late August Sunday Morning Ride The 7:am airVery warm and dryWhite paintbrush dabsIn the northern skyLike waves-crestsOn a tranquil blueSea Long morning shadowsCast across our pathA strobelight effectDisorienting in its aspectDodging skinksSlow to react Saw a hawkI thinkToo far awayTo be sureCertainly lookedLike a hawkishLanding on thatDead tree branchAs it surveyedThe riverbedBelow Lots of bikers…
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An Inky Puddle
An Inky Puddle Sitting meditatingNext to the openFront doorFresh morning airWafts around me My ‘Spidy-senses’ tingleAnd what do I see asI gaze out the open door An inky puddle of shadowWith luminous yellow eyesJust glided past my openFront doorThen back againAnd againAnd again –LE – 8/12/25
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Another Loop Morning
Another Tucson Loop Morning Another bright Sum…Sum…Summertime-blues skyA light headwind riding southOn the interminable incline But Nice tailwind and comfortableDecline heading back north The southern mountainsSilhouetted in misty blueWhile the Three Sisters peaksStand stark in the morning sunOff in the near western view Not much in the way ofFauna todayA couple of Prairie dogsThe rest…
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