Tag: Ethics
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The Box, Pandora’s to be Exact…
Pandora’s Box Pandora’s boxOnly filled withBagels and loxSwimming inChaos dustBut the boxHas no lockWhat the… While back at itsSprawling cageThe parakeet chirpsAnd the dog barksWith no reasonNor rhyme…Chirp bark chirp barkChirp chirp bark barkOnly ceases inPandora’s chaos dark Boycott ImmoralityOh! such banalityOn whose moralsDoes the boycott hingeYou, me, perhaps LokiWhims of Norse or GreekDon’t worry,…
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Gemini, the Twins’ Mind
Split personality … perhaps bipolar?… Gemini Mind Gemini mindsplit in twoknow theuniverse is finebut need tofix it still politics warswith sanityenlightenedrealizationsconfrontthe hubris ofcontemplations fight the goodfight tilldying daya gnat’sheartfeltrage in a universeso vastwith extinctionsso fast asour present endstoo soon returnto the sourcebut relief ofoblivion –LE – 2/6/23
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Long Road Out Of Eden
Long Road Out Of Edenby the Eagles Moon shining down through the palmsShadows moving on the sandSomebody whispering the twenty-third psalmDusty rifle in his trembling handsSomebody trying just to stay aliveHe got promises to keepOver the ocean in AmericaFar away and fast asleep Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless skyCold silver satellites,…
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A Tribute To The Summer Solstice
To the ‘lazy, hazy, crazy days (and nights) of summer…’ When the Sun Goes Down when the sun goes downtime to loose the soundlet the music rollfrom windows and stagesall over town dance in moonlit courtyardssylvan groves and barsbodies sway in synccommuning deep inLuna’s silvery sight rhythmic enchantmentenfold us till allpassions are spentand sunrise dazzlesour…
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HATS
(Good guys wear black… I mean white…I mean black… I mean…) How many hats can anyone wear?Then again, who really cares?But if you’re one of the caring few,Consider the consequence of those we choose. No matter what your current hatIt’s worn in shades of white through black.Most are worn in these shades of gray.It’s no…
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A Father’s Day Memory
This is a tribute to my father, who died the next year from a heart attack, which was a complication of Parkinson’s… Father’s Day Sitting at the kitchen table (Dad’s desk),I flick the lighter and linger under each of our cigars. After the lighting puffs, a couple of long drags,Rolling the heavy smoke, savoring its…
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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Skin
Skinby Rag’n’Bone Man When I heard that soundWhen the walls came downI was thinking about youAbout youWhen my skin grows oldWhen my breath runs coldI’ll be thinking about youAbout you Seconds from my heartA bullet from the darkHelpless, I surrenderShackled by your loveHolding me like thisWith poison on your lipsOnly when it’s overThe silence hits…
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Monsoon Watch
Monsoon Watch hot and drymore than 40 daysno rain, not a trace promised monsoonsjust a faint hope asthree-digit days abound we may see one cominga dense, dark shadowcloud-bank charging a broad, dark waveabout to break over ourheads and parched land hitting so hard and fasttons of water dumpedhits the ground running off the surface to…
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More Haiku For A Day In Early June
A crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice –rose-glass filtered sun. Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled crows take flight. –LE
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