Tag: Poetry
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In My Secret Life
In My Secret Lifeby Leonard Cohen I saw you this morningYou were moving so fastCan’t seem to loosen my gripOn the pastAnd I miss you so muchThere’s no one in sightAnd we’re still making loveIn My Secret Life I smile when I’m angryI cheat and I lieI do what I have to doTo get byBut…
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In the larger scheme of things…
Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof the sane and insanedepending on mycontradictory points of viewrather than so naturala born leader’s perspectivesdon’t pick up that phoneif you’d rather… NOT –LE
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Tuesday Morning Tucson Loop Ride
Tuesday Morning Tucson Loop Ride a short one this morningdown the Julian Wash Greenwaywest on Silverlake road tothe dry Santa Cruz then south and homeby way of the Julian WashArcheological parkwhich was empty and stark the ride was sunny and brightwith only one skinkplaying chicken with my bikeI guess I wonhe was nowhere in sight…
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The Universe Breathes Meditation
The Universe Breathes Meditation The universe breathesthrough you and meyou and I through it It sees through my / our eyesand hears through my / our earssmells through my / our nosestastes through my / our tonguesfeels through my / our feelingsinternal and externalblending to form ourmutual biospherewhich nothingis independent of I, you and me,…
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First Morning Ride Since The Equinox
First Morning Ride Since The Equinox Rode out under a bright skyThe blue less intense at the horizonsOccasional wispy white cloudsPainting the dome overhead Tucson’s surrounding mountain fortressesSilhouettes in the horizon’s mists Amarillo exploding acrossThe Tucson basinPalo Verde, Brittlebush, Desert MarigoldsAnd Greasewood The occasional crimson counterpoint ofThorny Bougainvillea climbing fences and walls The dry, sandy…
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Red Sky In The Morning, Sailors Take Warning
The red skies are most morning, but most refuse to see it… A Red Sky A red sky drippingoozing bloodbackdrop ofsocietycivilization progressive pretensecrusted andsmothered indisease ashblackish grayishpoverty deathdestroying everynatural thing ittouches vaunted techno-progress dealingdeath efficientlyprofoundlyinexorably Earth’s progenyfeed – declineclothe – declinehouse – declinewe’ve chosen asixth major extinctionfor greed’s sakefor profitfor ‘progress’ humanity but a virusblight…
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A Long List Of Ironies
A Long List Of Ironies Expecting optimistic resultsfrom cynical endeavorsand thinking What is a cynic? Some have saida disappointed optimist What is an optimist? Some have saidone not grounded in the obvious What is ‘the obvious’? Just look around you But then, you tell me tobelieve what you saynot what I see Just another in…
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Brothers In Arms
Brothers In Armsby Dire Straits These mist covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will be Some day you’ll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you’ll no longer burnTo be brothers in arms Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI’ve witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged high And though…
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St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride
St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride springtime Sonoran foliage arrayedin many shades of greenincluding Kelly yellows dominated the bloomsfrom Brittlebush and Desert Marigoldsto Greasewood’s pimpled blooms andthe those on the crazy twisted shapesof Mesquite there was the iridescent peachof Desert Mallow, an accentfunctioning more like a commaas we rolled along the Loop didn’t see any fauna…
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