Tag: Poetry
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Who Knows?
Original is from the late ’90s; just revised to make current… Who Knows? – v2 Who knows the whys of wherefores gone awry?Who sees through the skin of the curved blue sky,Or plumbs the depths of chaos and causation, Seeking a genuine realization, orPerhaps just a wisdom pearl and dissolutionBack to an essence universal? –LE
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Blue Skies…
blue skies common enoughin the high Sonoran bright sun-etchedbar and QR codes specify place and bearingon this narrow pathway the riverbed sandy and drygreen and yellow splotches deep in its sway with desert trees and shrubsroots to the flowing river below ground out of sight since the 1950sonly flows above ground in downpours now yes,…
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Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Hereby Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tellHeaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green field from a cold steel railA smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghostsHot ashes for trees, hot air for…
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Clean Lenses
My glasses were so dirty the other morning that they were giving me a headache. As I was cleaning them, it occurred to me that they were a fitting metaphor for the current distortions and virtiol of our social discourse. Pondered this as a metaphor produced the following. Clean Lenses funny how distorted reality seemswhen…
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Mid April Morning Ride
A Mid April Morning Ride bright blue skya circular roll of cloudsaround the Tucson basinlike the city just blewa giant smoke ringwhich rolled ever so slowlyout to the four square horizonsending in a marble skyby the return home not many on the Loop todaya few morning dovesalong the wayand a few spandex-cladbikies in a hurry…
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Not Convincing?
Not Convincing? too much hatred and vitrioltoo much finger-pointingmaking me numbinglyuncomfortable index fingers pointing atwhatever-whoeverwhile remaining fingerspoint back at the point-er but who really is to blamelooking into any reflectivesurface will show you whoshould partake in the shame we need cleansing fire or raincleanse this infested pyramidup to the top of the chainwhere sit the…
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Sorcery Is Us
Sorcery Is Us we’re all would-be mageschoosing our words carefullyto achieve desired effectscreating spells and incantations sorcerers selecting words and phrasescarefully using poetic devicesrhyme, alliteration, and metaphorto conjure power and much more the very invention of languagesbut human sorceries, rendered incantationscreated societies and civilizationsgenocides and desertifications homo sapiens innate predatory natureexpressed in languages, lethal products…
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A Morning Ride In Early April
A Morning Ride In Early April – Tucson Loop a hazy sun burned through gossamer cloudsabout eleven o’clock in the eastern skywhile iridescent blue backdroppedthe Tucson Mountains not far west started slow, only a roadrunner, a cottontail, and a skinkthen, almost too quickly, the crowds emergedspandex weinies, walkers, and joggers galorehardly any space between the…
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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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