Tag: Poetry
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Everybody Knows
Everybody Knowsby Leonard Cohen Everybody knows that the dice are loadedEverybody rolls with their fingers crossedEverybody knows that the war is overEverybody knows the good guys lostEverybody knows the fight was fixedThe poor stay poor, the rich get richThat’s how it goesEverybody knowsEverybody knows that the boat is leakingEverybody knows that the captain liedEverybody got…
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Meditation On My Oldest Son’s Birthday
Meditation On My Oldest Son’s Birthday He turned 51 todayBy that ageI’d already burnedThrough two marriages Had started a newRelationship eleven monthsPrior to my fifty-firstIt’s still going strong I wonder how his life experienceCompares to mineOn this, his fifty-firstFrom the outside He looks just fineBut then againSo did I, but I wasn’tThat took lots of…
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No Do-overs … Nor Un-do-s
No Do-overs some old people complainabout where they endedin their journeys around Sol saying, if they had it to do overthey’d choose different directionsmake better decisions; but I beg to differ all things being equal (same conditions),everyone does the best they can, given theirknowledge and circumstance-compulsions no matter their committed determinationtheir lives would proceed just…
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Blue Skies Starting My Day
Blue Skies Starting My Day rode out under morning blue skiesa few wispy white brush strokestoward the south eastern horizon a very quiet morningexcept for the occasionallow flying jets from Davis-Monthan parade tracks in the drysandy river watercourseanimal and human and ATV relatively coolno breezebut for that my pedaling made saw a catferal, domestic, or…
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The Medicine Man
The Medicine Man Dr. Hand, the medicine manPokes and prods with needles and wandsMakes poisons stinky and strongEmpties your wallet with practiced ease Especially the ladies – so gullible and sweetHe loves them all – so happy to meetPuts his spell on them – teases, pokes, and prodsTheir purses so fine – opened one by…
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Oleander Blooms
Oleander Blooms fringed green stems bowed down Oleander blossoms paint a snow-hued shadow a long line of ants blossom-petal porters bear their white treasure home soon, white turns to brown once heavy blossoms are gone fringed green stems stand proud –LE
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Last Loop Ride Of March 2026
Last Tucson Loop Ride Of March 2026 a lightly marbled skyabove us riding in a linethree of us on this morning ride quite a few spandex-clad bikiesspeeding by in both directionscutting in and outalways in a hurryto who knows where never really paid attention till todaythe weenies were all around my agehad just previously assumed…
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Desiderata – Words For Life
I didn’t discover this until I was in my mid-thirties, but it articulates the core of my understanding about life and reality better than anything I’ve been able to articulate in my own words. People often raise their eyebrows when I specify moral and political choices based on this understanding… (now, the enigma is clear)…
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End Of March Tucson Loop Ride
End Of March Tucson Loop Ride rode out in the misty morninghazy sun trying to focus inmountains nearly invisiblein the horizon’s mists the Polo Verde spring festivalin full swing for the next few weeksearly bloomers standing overtheir amarillo umbrasalmost a reversal ofnormal light and shade saw one bird of preyhurtling into the dry riverbedno results…
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The Double Bind
The Double Bind Of Human Awareness you are a free agentyou as a member of societycountry, clan, and familymust love these entitiesof which you are apartbut acceptable onlyif the love is un-coercedactions are acceptibleonly if un-coercedbut coercion is omnipresentthe very definition ofsocial, familial, culturalnorms –LE – 3/25/26
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