Tag: Poetry
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Small Decisions
Small Decisions small decisionscombined withproximity inspace/time’s flowestablishthe groundworkthe foundationsof social andpsychologicaledifices which house ourmajor crossroadsturning pointsand end points that ultimatelydefines eachhuman’s life –LE – 11/12/25
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Delilah
Delilahby Tom Jones I saw the light on the night that I passed by her windowI saw the flickering shadow of love on her blindShe was my womanAs she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind My, my, my DelilahWhy, why, why DelilahI could see, that girl was no good for meBut…
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It’s Just Your Standard Mental Fog
The past few years have been filled with ‘mental fog’… Here’s hoping that some of it is finally starting to lift or at least dissipate a little. The protests of the last few months and recent elections would seem to suggest as much… I guess we’ll just have to wait and see … time will…
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Understanding The Universe
Or Universal Understanding, perhaps? Understanding The Universe No human mind can comprehendin all its complexitiesthe entirety of reality Even our tinyremote sectionin this far flung arm ofour relatively smallMilkyway is bekyondour ken And thenthere’s that quantum‘subgum’ If you think youunderstand the ‘subgum’then you don’tto paraphraseFeynman Add it all up andwhat do we find No ‘human’…
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Can Your Hear Them?
Stifled Cries From time-to-time the stifled criesof our most honored lies Come spinning up from the depthsof my unconscious mind, The closest thing to connectionwith universal lives, Whispering a compelling storyof need and greed, Of hypocrisy that softens the mind’till the lies succeed. Sometimes, night or day,as I lounge and let my mind stray, I…
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2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop
2nd Sunday Morning Of November – On The Loop rode out under a bright blue domefading to gossamer behind the peaksto the horizonsnot a cloud in the skynot even a lousy contrail ghost of the waning gibbous moonhovers at eleven o’clockin the western skyor two o’clock in the southern view morning’s long shadowsdappled the pathand…
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Minimalism
Minimalism the lessons of my lifelearned over years ofmore or lessunrelenting strifepoint to conclusionsmany won’t ordon’t like less is moreand all too oftenmore is lesssounds contradictoryI know it took me most ofa lifetime to digest the simpler a motionsay, in self-defensethe more likely itmeets with success the less clutter (things)one has accumulatedyou know…toys, tools, utensilsmagazines,…
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One of Those Days
One of Those Daysby Eilen Jewell Well, something’s in the airBurning hot and sweetThere’s a man over thereSittin’ in the street I’m over hereWith a rusted forty-fourSittin’ on the stepsOf your back doorIt’s one of those days Well, the only thing that movesIs the laundry on the lineAnd a dusty dog that bitesJust to kill…
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Another Bright November Morning
Another Bright November Morning rode out through long shadowsfrom the southeastern sunrisea bright blue dome overhead drone of stop and gomorning rush houra white noise backgroundalmost but looping the Loopwith the riverbed’slush green trees and shrubsgoes a long way to soothas Brittlebush blossomscasually wave inthe light breeze, too light traffic on the path todaynot many…
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It Just Seems
It Just Seems the older I getthe less I tend toconnect with familyand friends oreven strangers it’s not that I appreciatethem any the lessjust distance andmutual concernshave ultimatelydiverged to distract, in a wayhard for me to sayyes, I’d like tocome out and playjust not those sametired old games fed up with society’s liesintentional and otherwiseas…
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