Tag: Ethics
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She’s No Lady
She’s No Ladyby Lyle Lovett She hates my mama, she hates my daddy tooShe loves to tell me, she hates the things I doShe loves to lie beside me almost every nightShe’s no lady, she’s my wife The preacher asked her and she said, “I do”The preacher asked me, and she said, “Yes, he does…
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Ah, Ranting Again…
Yes, you’ve heard it before, but it’s still relevant … yet again… Our Modern World One concentration of wealth, power, and freedomsin the hands of privileged classes,fear mongering, the old ploy,makes for easy control, brow-beat the masses. Two conform and obey, your patriotic duty,ignore any protests, though justified,condemn civil disobedience – all,science, an enemy, facts…
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Moving Meditation
Moving MeditationFrom my first Haiku Collection – late 1990s Qigong keeps me wellenergy moves in circles —snake creeps down, cock stands –LE PS: Yes, this was inspired by my daily Taijiquan practice…
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‘Summer’ Arrived In Tucson
‘Summer’ Arrived In Tucson ‘summer’ arrived with a lilt,shamrocks, and green beer daytime temp in the mid-80swith dappled sunshine sheer curtain-cloudsagainst the blue single, straight contrailnorth to south split the sky in two –LE – 3/17/25
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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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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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