Tag: Poetry
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St. Patty’s Day Ride
St. Patty’s Day Ride Marshmallow clouds humped-up overSurrounding mountainsTucson basin sporting aCerulean sky 9 am sun casting long shadowsBar and QR coding the LoopAnd its shoulders, summarizing allAs we roll by Fresh greasewood scents the airThe yellow blossoms of BrittlebushExploding everywhere, thenHeading home with our usual flare –LE – 3/17/24
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St. Patrick’s Day
St. Patrick’s Day A brewer’s success taleIn shades of kelley greenAnd Black and Tan’s brownGreen beer in pubs all around Too many claim Irish for the dayToo many Kiss me, I’m Irish teesSt. Patty’s Day parades aboundUsually, a huge letdown And the snakes he drove outOf the emerald IslesAbound everywhere elseHe left strife north and…
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Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring
Ode to the First Dandelion of Spring There you sit all alone,between walk and stairsBut worry not, the spring is newand we’ll soon be trippingover every kind,all bathed in dew. Too soon, your golden maneturns puffy white,as your seeds inherit the earth,at least till the next polar vortexsends them dormant … again. Or until Nature’s…
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In My Own Mind
In My Own Mindby Lyle Lovett I get up in the morningDrink a cup of coffeeI look out of the windowI try to get it startedI turn it all overPlow it all underI plant ’em in the springtimePick ’em in the summer I live in my own mindAin’t nothin but a good timeNo rain just…
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Scalawag
Scalawag Low down and dirtyBlack hearted scalawag Took me to the crow’sMurder reunion cotillion Told everyone he’sWorth a quintillion And scampered awayWith all the sweetmeats Took to the evening skyAs I watched with a long sigh –LE – 3/5/24
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Desert Marigolds and Guardians
Desert Marigolds and Guardians Ruffle-edged, yellow, irregular polka dotsFuzzy lemon centers, resting onA field of course ferny green Silver Yuccas watch from a nearby ridgeLong spiked Aztec war-bonnetsForeshadow long overdue reckonings Contemplations on a ride toThe road to nowhereAnd home –LE – 3/5/24
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Puppernickel
Pumpernickel Pumpernickel, so much better thanplain old white breadWonder Bread comes to mindso too excellent, marbled ryeseems to be the theme of our times –LE – 3/2/24
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Leave a Light On
Leave a Light Onby Tom Walker The second someone mentioned you were all aloneI could feel the trouble coursing through your veinsNow I know, it’s got a holdJust a phone call left unanswered had me sparking upThese cigarettes won’t stop me wondering where you areDon’t let go, keep a hold If you look into the…
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Wild Amarillo Poppies
Wild Amarillo Poppies Heading north on the LoopPast the Road to NowhereThe fresh aroma of greasewood Soothes my mind Winter browns and gray-greensTurning Kelly and day-glo onTrees and bushes in theRiverbed and washes Then, past El Camino Del CerroWild amarillo poppiesShoulder our path under theMarbled, milky-blue dome of sky –LE – 2/25/24
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Shake The Dust
Shake the Dustby The Sweeplings RiseGuide me to the lightOh, how IBreathe the night, breathe the nightRiseBreak out from the rustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust RiseI won’t be held downOh, how IFeel it now, feel it nowRiseLeavin’ all that wasSee every captive freeTo shake the dustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust Here…
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