Tag: Poetry
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‘June is Bustin’ Out All Over…’
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray,moss frosted, giant, vine cloaked, arborealchia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moorflush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines,dead-ends, and deadheads, screams“LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselveswith plundered treasures of unicorn and dragon riders,the last…
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High Hopes
High Hopesby Pink Floyd Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were youngIn a world of magnets and miraclesOur thoughts strayed constantly and without boundaryThe ringing of the division bell had begun Along the Long Road and on down the causewayDo they still meet there by the Cut?There was a ragged band…
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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First Sailing Lesson – An Ancient Memory
I was 12 at the time of this episode in my life. I had sprained my ankle on our trip to Boston and was using my great grandfather’s bent bamboo cane with its brass ends… First Sailing Lesson Boston HarborSkiff with a sailTacks into the windEasily Grandpa showsMe the ropesHand on the tillerEye on sailWind-rippled…
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Typical Day on the Loop
A reprise from this time last year. Typical Day on the Loop Riding the Loophalf reclinedsun glintingoff side mirrormy two front wheelshugging the curvesback-wheel gearingdrives me easilyup hills and downpowered by legsand feet on pedalsupfront and raisedalmost eye-level Roadrunner scootsacross the pathchasing a skink lone coyote matchesmy pace butdown in the washoccasionally looksmy way as…
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Mid-May and Green Sticks
Mid-May and Green Sticks mid-May and at least halfthe Palo Verde are wearingtheir bright yellow, blossom-bonnets petals of fallen gold circumscribethe feet of those green stickswith a deep amarillo shadow tree-pollen count was highfor this morning’s ride onthe southern side rolling along the Tucson Loop –LE – 5/16/24
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A Night at the Huntington Museum of Art
A Night at the Huntington Museum of Art 1 Glass Sculpture in Tropic of Koi Yellow, green, and blue spirals –Blown glass pond-treeMirrored in the water overLazily swimming Koi. Seat facing pond, withAir moist and warm – tropical,Foggy moisture on the windows,On a cold night in April. 2 Death by Design Forged barrel, machined and…
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Irises
Irises bearded Irisespurple and whiteyellow and burgundyrust and pinkand brilliant whitea fixture oftemperate climesflags signalingfond nostalgiathe clarion ofsummer vacationsthe ending of springand the sum … sumsummertime bluesyet to come –LE – 5/11/24 I love Irises, but don’t get to see them anymore, other than on the internet. They’re not native to the high Sonoran Desert,…
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‘O Mare E Tu
An older piece, but still one of my favorites, performed by Dulce Pontes and Andrea Bocelli https://youtu.be/gGyeuCEAyWU?si=kdc2uqr6IyPDPiXy ‘O mare e tuby Dulce Pontes / Ignacio Ballesteros / Vincenzo Gragnaniello Feel in usSentir em nós Feel in usSentir em nós One reasonUma razão So that we won’t be alonePara não ficarmos sós And in that strong…
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