Tag: Poetry
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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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 and mass media. As I pondered this as a metaphor, the following resulted. Clean Lenses funny…
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Another Late August Ride
Here we go again… Another Late August Ride a flock of pigeons erupts from the desert floora low cloud rolling over blousy foliageand the cracked dry ground in accordance with the blazing sun above9 o’clock in the eastern sky, with featheryfair weather clouds on the eastern horizon contradicting today’s forecast thunderstormwarnings for late afternoon and…
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Nothing There
This will be my last post for awhile. I’m taking a little break; and I don’t know how long it will be… Nothing There Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe…
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I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like You
I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like Youby Lyle Lovett Its not the wordsYou know I’ll always love youIt’s not the wordsI wish that I could stayIt’s more the way your lips lookedAs you spoke themAnd how the moonlight fell upon your faceI married her just because she looks like you And for every…
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Burnt Umber Rorschack
Another oldie, but goodie. I hope you agree…; -) Rorschach-Like Test In Burnt Umber Watercolor Paint powdered iron oxidemediums and bindersproduces quality shadesthe earthy brownsof Burnt Umber water makes it flowinteresting shapesand textures when dryon hot or cold pressrag paper and yupo meditating on thetextured shapesrevealed from dryingtime variances findunconscious designs –LE – 4/24/23
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Memorial
I met Ray McNiece at a poetry reading, commemorating the Kent State Massacre of May 4, 1970, at Brady’s Cafe in Kent OH, right next to the Kent State campus. He read the first two stanzas of this poem that night. He composed the second two stanzas a year later. We went to see him…
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Beats Antique
I frequently listen to music while I’m writing or painting. These are the results of one such occasion… Beats Antique bass note shakes the houselike distant thunder rumblingeerie hollow violin stringsscratchy vibrationstaut bow slowly draggedacross themexotic finger cymbalsand toe-bellsrhythmically accentthe oboe and saxlyre-strings plucking outthe counterpointpainting a dreamy sceneIn the sound of athousand faces in…
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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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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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