Tag: Commentary
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A Romantic Encounter
An old one from my first Haiku Collection — late 1990s… A Romantic Encounter Her breasts comfort me,Her hips and thighs sway —The widow consumes her mate –LE PS: Yes, a comparison between human relationships and arachnids, the Black Widow variety … she knows how to ensure fidelity…; -)~
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Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse
Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse Solar projectorSplashing all of our currentSunrises and sunsetsOn to the full moonSimultaneouslyRenders Luna’s surfaceVermillionIn the depths of aMid MarchDark and clearHigh SonoranDesert nightAn awesome sight –LE – 3/14/25B
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Fields Of Gold
Fields Of GoldPerformed by Eva Cassidy (originally by Sting) You’ll remember me when the west wind movesAmong the fields of barleyYou can tell the sun in his jealous sky,When we walked in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile,Among the fields of barleyIn his arms she fell as her hair…
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Facade
Facade What shall I wear todayWhat face will I displayWhat body of toleranceOr frustration will exudeThe carefully preparedContours of myFacade Whether we want toAdmit it or notOur face, our projectedSelf is reappliedEach and every dayArtfully, or not, our renderedFacade Some get discouragedOr just lazyKeep the same one goingDay after day, asCreativity wanes as elitesConstantly undermineHumanity’s…
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Robotic Evolution
All the recent hand wringing over AI reminded me of a poem I wrote a couple of dacades ago on a similar theme. ROBOTS There was Tobor, RobbyAnd HAL 9000,Then Rhino, just a link inServo-cybernetic evolution,A manipulating armMoved by solid state servo brain. See its wonders;Marvel at its aim.So, what’s nextin this evolutionary chain,A surgical…
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The Floating World
The Floating World as daylight brightness subsidesthe floating world emergesfrom primal darkness withfairy lights and bright neon as bawdy sensations andpleasures unfold in dreamy scenesreligiously moral superstitionsnotwithstanding — sin if there be any such thing as sinit’s the mental and/or physicalharming or enslavement of ourselvesor any other sentient being(s) – selah the floating world emerges…
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Late Winter Sunday Ride
Late Winter Sunday Ride Brittlebush blossoms explodingacross the landscapewith the pale orange of earlyDesert Mallow here and there no clouds stifle the sunshinethank human artifice for darkpolarized lenses tokeep the glare at bay –LE – 3/9/25
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Who Indeed?
From my first haiku collection … oh, so long ago… Who Indeed? Who in hell can keepTheir minds off things forbidden?Feet crunch detritus. –LE
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Mild Spring Evenings Along The Ohio River
Along Southern Ohio, Northern Kentucky, and West Virginia Another from my Spring Haiku Collection Mild spring evening,Peepers raising a ruckus —All seeking moonshine. –LE
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Heplessly Hoping
Helplessly Hopingby Stephen Stills Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearbyAwaiting a wordGasping at glimpses of gentle true spiritHe runs, wishing he could flyOnly to trip at the sound of goodbye Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wondersAt the empty place insideHeartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worriesDid he hear a goodbyeOr…
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