Tag: Poetry
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A Quest For Magicians
I’m in the mood for a little fantasy today … so tired of our everyday drone of ‘reality’… —LE Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolickingfor lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdropof the unquenchable sunwith…
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Natural
Natural If we are part of nature… and there’s no real reason to think otherwise,then, what is ‘natural’ and what is not? Isn’t the whole universe ‘natural’,evolved through the ‘laws’ of its existential nature? Then, intelligence and ‘artifice’ in all their formsare also part of nature, and natural. So, what is ‘natural’ and what is…
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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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El Tour de Tucson
El Tour de Tucson was yesterday, a finewarm and sunny dayorange special event signsnow pushed up againstempty roadway curbsspectator herds gone homeorange traffic conesstacked in rowsready for T.D.O.T. storage‘till our next special T.C.O.C.sanctioned eventcommercial elites pleasedwith the 9000 plusexpected entriesfrom across the nationand other countriesour 40th commercial successEl Tour de Tucson –LE – 11/24/24 T.D.O.T:…
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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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The Heart Of Saturday Night
The Heart Of Saturday Nightby Tom Waits Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheelWith your arm around your sweet one in your OldsmobileBarreling down the boulevardYou’re looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglingThen you see the lights and you get all tinglingCause you’re cruising…
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Anchorless & Rudderless
Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my impending rise, or demise, …
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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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A Confluence Of Idiots
A Confluence of Idiots A true parody, self righteous, self absorbed,in crowded parking lots both here and abroad,trolling the spaces closest the door,wasting my precious time, and yours. Potential spot sighted… must stop the flow,must have this one, no other will do,creates a bottleneck so no one can move,the Cadillac’s too close; exiting truck can’t…
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