Tag: Poetry
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Oleander Blooms
Oleander Blooms fringed green stems bowed down Oleander blossoms paint a snow-hued shadow a long line of ants blossom-petal porters bear their white treasure home soon, white turns to brown once heavy blossoms are gone fringed green stems stand proud –LE
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Last Loop Ride Of March 2026
Last Tucson Loop Ride Of March 2026 a lightly marbled skyabove us riding in a linethree of us on this morning ride quite a few spandex-clad bikiesspeeding by in both directionscutting in and outalways in a hurryto who knows where never really paid attention till todaythe weenies were all around my agehad just previously assumed…
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Desiderata – Words For Life
I didn’t discover this until I was in my mid-thirties, but it articulates the core of my understanding about life and reality better than anything I’ve been able to articulate in my own words. People often raise their eyebrows when I specify moral and political choices based on this understanding… (now, the enigma is clear)…
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End Of March Tucson Loop Ride
End Of March Tucson Loop Ride rode out in the misty morninghazy sun trying to focus inmountains nearly invisiblein the horizon’s mists the Polo Verde spring festivalin full swing for the next few weeksearly bloomers standing overtheir amarillo umbrasalmost a reversal ofnormal light and shade saw one bird of preyhurtling into the dry riverbedno results…
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The Double Bind
The Double Bind Of Human Awareness you are a free agentyou as a member of societycountry, clan, and familymust love these entitiesof which you are apartbut acceptable onlyif the love is un-coercedactions are acceptibleonly if un-coercedbut coercion is omnipresentthe very definition ofsocial, familial, culturalnorms –LE – 3/25/26
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In My Secret Life
In My Secret Lifeby Leonard Cohen I saw you this morningYou were moving so fastCan’t seem to loosen my gripOn the pastAnd I miss you so muchThere’s no one in sightAnd we’re still making loveIn My Secret Life I smile when I’m angryI cheat and I lieI do what I have to doTo get byBut…
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In the larger scheme of things…
Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof the sane and insanedepending on mycontradictory points of viewrather than so naturala born leader’s perspectivesdon’t pick up that phoneif you’d rather… NOT –LE
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Tuesday Morning Tucson Loop Ride
Tuesday Morning Tucson Loop Ride a short one this morningdown the Julian Wash Greenwaywest on Silverlake road tothe dry Santa Cruz then south and homeby way of the Julian WashArcheological parkwhich was empty and stark the ride was sunny and brightwith only one skinkplaying chicken with my bikeI guess I wonhe was nowhere in sight…
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The Universe Breathes Meditation
The Universe Breathes Meditation The universe breathesthrough you and meyou and I through it It sees through my / our eyesand hears through my / our earssmells through my / our nosestastes through my / our tonguesfeels through my / our feelingsinternal and externalblending to form ourmutual biospherewhich nothingis independent of I, you and me,…
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First Morning Ride Since The Equinox
First Morning Ride Since The Equinox Rode out under a bright skyThe blue less intense at the horizonsOccasional wispy white cloudsPainting the dome overhead Tucson’s surrounding mountain fortressesSilhouettes in the horizon’s mists Amarillo exploding acrossThe Tucson basinPalo Verde, Brittlebush, Desert MarigoldsAnd Greasewood The occasional crimson counterpoint ofThorny Bougainvillea climbing fences and walls The dry, sandy…
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