Tag: Photography
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Pivotal Judo Match – A Memoir Memory
Judo Match When I was preparing for my Sandan test,had to compete in a rank tournament togain more points for my advancement. This was my first match, and I needed to win.My opponent was my rank, but younger,fast and agile; he mounted the tatami with confidence We took our starting marks and bowed.The ref said…
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A Memoir Memory – Joe That Old Crow
Of the stock crow photos I reviewed, this one looks to most like Joe as I remember him… Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow, named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a…
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Chicago Adventure – Another Memoir Memory
Chicago Adventure Back in the late 70s, my trio-mates and I were in Chicago, looking to find venues that would let us play our original folk and folk-rock song sets, and hopefully make a little cash for gas as well. We had stopped at a Ground Round type restaurant (they were popular back then, there…
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November Bike-path Ride
November Bike-path Ride a Tucson bright blue November morn’ sun-baked desert floor faded greens and brittle browns high and dry bike-path riding on a Tucson bright blue November morn’ –LE – 11/14/24
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Another Cold November Morn’
Another Cold November Morn’ another cloudless November skysun-bathed landscape not too distant mountainsdim silhouettes on the horizon interim landscape bathedgolden, yellow, and brown counterpoints of black and graydefine the actors in Sol’s play as a roadrunner scampers inamong the plant-based thespians scrub-sage and Brittlebush bonesfreeze-dried in the night time cold home to moon-frosted apparitionswaiting for…
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My Tadpole Catrike
My Tadpole Catrike tadpole Catrike gobbles the milesmy feet flicking out of the gapbetween the two front wheelslike a flickering snake’s tonguefrom an unhinged serpentine maw cold blue November skynot a cloud in sightthe riverbed is damp fromour first all-day November rainon Dia de Los Muertos the bike path was washedand wind-blown drynow, a large…
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Revisiting Archery After More Than A Year
Since the original posting of this poem, I’ve changed bows, and my accuracy has improved exponentially. I’m currently using a Bear compound bow adjusted to 50 lbs with sights. I still use the 40lb recurve from time to time, but I’ve come to prefer the compound… Progress?… Archery 40lb recurve bow4 strings11 arrows each44 pullssinews…
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Watch Needs Winding
Watch Needs Winding need to water plantson this chilly fall dayneed socks and shoeskeep the chill away the pocket watch in my watchpacket needs winding — too analogsome would say getting ready tore-enter the fray, but first my watch needs winding –LE – 10/19/24
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Old People’s Wisdom
Old People’s Wisdom They say old people are wiseBut to me, we’re merely humanArtifacts, renderings of conditioningAnd non-stop, round-the-clockVitriol and propaganda In most casesWhat they call “the wisdom of old age”Is but a cunning for survival thatIs genetically encoded in our speciesOur racial memories back to the beginning If there’s any ‘wisdom’ in old ageIt’s…
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Survival Of The Fittest – Most Deserving?
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to go around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profits theself-proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Mandarins of the status quo dismiss…
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