Tag: Poetry
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Glaring Sun
This is a memory from the first three quarters of my life in the fozen north Glaring Sun Eyes squint, glaring sunfrom snow hills against blue skiesdry pampas grass waves. –LE – Circa 1999
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More Shadows
More Shadows light beams interveneddistorted shadows caststrange abstract pictures unadorned walls changefloors at right angles augmentnightmare shadow-art –LE – 12/30/25
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A New Year’s Meditation
Arbiter And CuratorA New Year’s Meditation Akkam’s razor suggeststhat the simplest answeris often correct and the best that seems a good blueprintfor a simple and minimalist lifestylecollecting and keeping onlywhat is truly needed and desired not acquiring for acquisition’s sakenor to lord it over those with ‘less’taking more than one needsseems immoral to me each…
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Brain-numbing Mendacity
I wrote this awhile ago, but in light of recent history, it feels more appropriate than ever. Brain-numbing Mendacity utter mendacityup is downdown is upin is out andout is in you going to believeyour own eyes and earslisten to your own feelingsor what our owners andtheir lickspittles tell you victims are the predatorsthe predators are…
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Last Sumday In December Morning Ride
Last Sunday In December – Morning Ride On The Tucson Loop rode out under a bright December morning skyafter 3 days of off and on again yin-rainthe river and washes were dry desert Marigolds’ bright yellow bloomsshouldered the path in a few swathsand two small contrails marked the blue aboveone heading south, looking like a…
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Survival Of The Fittest?
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to go around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profit theself-proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Mandarins of the status-quo dismiss the…
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Snowblind
An old one from my time in the frozen north…; -) Snowblind Snowblind in sunshine,dark barky spines protruding,sparrow-buds in bloom. –LE – circa 1998
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For What It’s Worth – The Hut Lounge
Here’s an older one that sums up parts of my misguided youth… My memoir covers this portion of my life in more detail…; -) For What It’s Worth – The Hut Lounge ‘Something’s happening here…’ Buffalo Springfield on the jukeboxLinda Lane slayed us with herintricate guitar work andsensuous vocals ‘What it is ain’t exactly clear…’…
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Decluttering
Decluttering getting ridof thingsI don’t need also includesopinions and ideasnow irrelevant keep what’simportant and trueopen to life’s menu choosing onlywhat I like and needin uncluttered rooms to dance and playopen my mindeach and every day –LE – 12/21/25
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Self-actualizatoin
Self-actualization from early youthtried to figure outwho I was andwhere I fit in life’sscheme don’t think Dadreally wanted kidsMom did, but apparentlynot very proud ofher brood fairness an issue tome from an early ageglasses inflicted at threeand a frail form wellinto puberty while peers primpedand preened I ponderedheritage, destinyand self-improvement, yesI did some primping, too…
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