Tag: Art
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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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Free Will
Free Will I’ve been thinking about the idea of human feelings and emotions being ‘biochemical algorithms’ developed over millions of years on the East African savannahs as defined by Yuval Noah Harari in his books, Sapiens and Homo Deus. It certainly leads to the conclusion that there is no such thing as ‘free will’, just…
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Summer Morning Ride
Summer Morning Ride Heading over to the Tucson Loop pathUnder a heavily marbled skyThe morning sun castsLong dark shadowsThat we glide through The stagnant ocean of airIs already hot and dryThe only breezeGenerated by mySpinning pedals A gaggle of RoadrunnersIntercept usPeriodically along the wayAlong with skinksSkink-skanking the path ahead A few morning dovesDart off the…
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Another Empire In Decline
Yes, I posted this before, but looking around, it’s glaringly apparent to me that it needs reiteration… The New Dark Ages from the declineof the Roman Empireto the Renaissanceover a thousand years clerics and kingsdestroyed most of theancient wisdoms andsciences with burnings books and witcheswith blood-letting‘’medical’ and warringconquering and conjuring religious incantationsrule by ‘divine right’butchers…
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Eternal Now
Eternal Now To paraphrase CarlinNow doesn’t really existMerely the intersectionOf future and past Here it comes..Wait, it’s almost hereNot yet… Now? Nope, it’s already goneHere it comes again… But It’s the future thatDoesn’t exitMerely a hoped-forPotential,An assumptionOf continuation And the past isOnly a story of what hasPassed throughThe eternal presentOnly a pattern ofNeurons strung togetherTemporarily…
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Full Of It
Full Of Sh*t You’re full of sh*tI’m full of sh*tWe’re all full of sh*tNot our faultJust a biological factBut, we do our bestTo eliminate itOn a daily shift But, our bodiesAre not the onlySh*t sourcesWithin us There’s also theMental and emotionalCrap in that cesspoolWe call our minds Not our fault, reallyThe ‘quality’ (or lack thereof)Of…
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The ‘Other’ Realm Novels
The ‘Other’ Realm Novels Just finished a series about a powerful witch and her griffin-familiar; an enemies to lovers story. So far, there seems to be 4 series based in this realm telling the stories of several different friends, who become the heros and heroines of each series. Of the 3 that I’ve read, I…
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