Tag: Ethics
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Startled Coyote
Startled Coyote They can smell a human a mile awaySo they say We came upon him on our ride homeOn the Tucson Loop Soundless except for the hum of bike chainsAnd tires on pavement He rose from the shadows under a MesquiteApparently startled Mangy, thin, hungry looking, surveying usWarily as we approached Quickly veering toward…
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Angry Lake Erie
Angry Lake Erie (a recollection) Nighttime on a north Ohio coastlineDark gray clouds scudding eastwardTwelve-foot luminous gray wavesWashing over the concreteBreakwall No rain … yetMaybe yes, maybe noWind blows cold through my clothesHair whipping over my shouldersAs I face her voracious howl Erie’s angry tirade lastsThe whole nightBut I came down and sleptThrough her final…
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All I Know So Far
All I Know So Far / Pink Haven’t always been this wayI wasn’t born a renegadeI felt alone, still feel afraidI stumble through it anyway I wish someone would have told me that this life is ours to chooseNo one’s handing you the keys or a book with all the rulesThe little that I know…
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A Red Sky
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog A Red Sky a red sky dripping oozing blood backdrop ofsocietycivilization progressive pretense crusted and smothered in disease ashblackish grayish poverty deathdestroying every natural thing it touches vaunted techno-progress dealing death efficientlyprofoundlyinexorably Earth’s progenyfeed – declinecloth – declinehouse – declinewe’ve chosen asixth major extinctionfor greed’s…
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Morning Darkness
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Morning Darkness fadingthe lying angry voicesviolently crying alone again trying sighingdying searing pain againmakes mortality plain constant wishing for healing rain but that’s OKwe’re all to blameonly a gameour claim to famepretty lame goofy even I forgetwhich first man his brianare they same – same…
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Bobble-head Pigeon
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Bobble-head Pigeon Struts on by Along pavement Shoulder Scrub by the wash Scoping out insects And seeds not Deigning to fly Missing the large-Winged silhouette High in the sky Shadow gliding by Path and Scrub Rapidly increasing Size with the Predator’s plunge Bobble-head pigeon Gone…
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Alibis
Alibis Lives full of alibisDeny responsibilityCulpabilityPoint the fingerSomeoneAnyone elseThe blameWe have ourAlibis Our socialCognitiveDissonanceIntellectual dis-HonestyPuts the lieTo progressiveAnd conservativeClaims ofHumanity –LE
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Leaning a Language
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Learning a Language I think notat least passably less a loverwould only speak it ’til learned then again maybe never for sake of ‘loving’ instruction pure lyrical joylistening absorbing its music with intuition with imagination –LE just a thought, who knows?
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When the Sun Goes Down
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog 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 courtyards sylvan groves and barsbodies sway in synccommuning deep inLuna’s silvery sight rhythmic enchantmentenfold us till allpassions are spentand sunrise…
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Black River Mystery
Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog Black River Mystery down in the Black Riverfloodplain not far fromcattails and clumps ofriver-birch, snuggled inwith rag-weed, QueenAnne’s Lace and St. John’sWort sits a square patchof young five and sevenfrond-leaf plantings sixfeet high, approachingharvest strength – perhapsnext week where did they gobig mystery of the…
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