Tag: Ink
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Simplicity
Simplicity A majority ofHuman mindsSeem toCraves itOccum’s razorAnd such But all isn’tAs simple as anOn/Off switchWhere water orElectrons flowOr notWhere brainwavesFlow or notOne is breathingOr notWhere one is aliveOr not Do you wantThis person toRepresent youYes or noPresupposes aHierarchy ofPrioritiesEconomicPhilosophicCivicBoiled down toYes or no But most ofLife’s decisions andCommunications areNot simpleAnything but So, the craving…
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Can You Wiggle Your Voice?
Can You Wiggle Your Voice Can you wiggle your voiceSome can, some can’t, but I canThough I guess that’sTechnically incorrectThey call it vibrato Is that ‘vibe’ with an ‘auto’Like ‘auto-tune’ or ‘autoimmune’ Or just a random waveSound waving upAnd down orIn and out orRound and round Or, perhaps, just a vocal ‘wiggle’ –LE – 6/25/25
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Perception
Perception All sentience reliesOn perceptions forSurvival But in the case of humansIt’s mostly mis-perceptionsEven to those from the sameFamilies and communities There are theUnconsciousAssumptionsPrejudicesAnd fantasiesBased on the ‘invisible’HormonesPheromones And let’s not forgetIndoctrination andConditioning Even with millions ofDictionaries and thesauriHumans mis-perceiveMore often than notBoth intentionallyAnd not. The thread of human historySeems a continuousStitching of mis-perceptionsSince our…
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Jazzy Sexy Sax
Putting this back out there for another tour around the proverbial ‘block’…; -) Baritone Sax bass tonesof a baritone saxblast the underpinningsof space/time apartas we tumblethrough the voidreaching out forany residual strandsof melodyfrom the songof life –LE – 8/29/24 PS: How would you define ‘the song of life’? Is it strictly physical, spiritual, psychic, or…
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An Infinite Ecosphere
An Infinite Ecosphere sometimes I feel likean insignificant tiny bubblefloating in frothy foam andspume one of infinite bubblesecospheres caught inthe greater ecosphereinevitable streams of the space/time continuum –LE – 4/4/25
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Emerald Green …
Anoter from my Spring Haiku Collection Emerald green grass,Few leaves have come to the trees —Earthworms dance for rain. –LE
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Revisiting My Sonoran Desert Elegy
Sonoran Desert Elegy cougars and bobcatsand coyotesoh myjavelinasprairie dogsand roadrunnersscurry by with jackrabbitsand skinksGila monsters andrattlesnakeswith insectsin infinitevariety desert denizensflying highfalcons and eaglesbuzzards andravens whileowls and bats claimthe night sky backdrop of mountainsand sandy parchedground where cacticreosote and mesquiteeucalyptus anddesert daisies linedry washes summer monsoonsand winter rains thatflood those parched plainsboth evaporate in thedesert heat…
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Startled Eyes
Startled Eyes pale streaks across a pristine blue skythe only semblance of cloudsas unanswered rain-prayers die the high contrast of flaxy gold and beigedead grasses and bushes wave along withsleepy trees, their deep blue-greens while stony grays and dark shadowsstartle my eyes in the mid-day sunas a passing roadrunner nearly runs me over flicking its…
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Vaguely Remembered Dream
Vaguely Remembered Dream Wandering unfamiliar hallways and landscapesSeems like I should know them, but I don’t. Landmarks seem familiar, yet not.Can’t quite place them, lost in thought. I reach for a rusty doorknob, but the door’s not there,As I climb aged and broken stairs to … Wait, now they’re tumbled down stone stepsIn ancient ruins…
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From My Winter Haiku Collection
Or again, from my Winter Wage-slave Collection… # 012 – Desktop In Winter Desktop in winter,cursor points at START button —mouse sits on its pad –LE
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