Tag: Poetry
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White Bird
White Birdby It’s A Beautiful Day [Verse 1]White bird in a golden cageOn a winter’s day, in the rainWhite bird in a golden cageAlone [Verse 2]The leaves blow ‘cross the long, black roadTo the darkened sky in its rageBut the white bird just sits in her cageUnknown[Chorus]White bird must fly, she will die [Instrumental Break]…
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Our Social Pyramid
Our Social Pyramid jack of many thingsmaster of nothingnot even myself somewhere in the middlethe distributionnaturally skewed just one of the massesin the pyramid’s basepropping up the elites in their imagined graceentitlement and hubristheir defining face gorging on the fruits ofour labor and sufferingat the hands of their lickspittle sycophantsand cynical thugswith NDA’s and guns…
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Freedom
Freedom Fight for freedom – you sayWhat freedom – I sayPolitical, social, religiousIntellectual, sexual – you say Or freedom fromLaw – civil, physical, spiritualFrom intellect, emotion, sensationDeath – say you There is no freedom – say IOnly exchange ofOne tyranny for another Political – tax collectors and tyrantsSocial – cliques and classesReligeious – saviors and…
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Winter Haiku
More Winter Haiku Sparrows swarm in trees;dim light, cold windy morning —a lone bluejay calls. Cold windy shoreline —Blue heron stands on one leg,head hunched in shoulders. Sliding down the road,antilock brakes’s staccato —black ice beckoning. Slaming the car door,snow-dust covers my face —Jack Frost mocking me! –LE
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Life Like Winter Snow
Life Like Winter Snow Life like winter snowIt comes and goesStays its day or twoThen gone, it disappearsIt changes form – evaporatesTurns to vaporRises to the skyAnd waits its turnTo fall againAnd who can sayThe form it takesWhen it returnsRain or snow or sleet or hailSo life’s vaporComes and goesLike spring showersOr summer rainsAutum stormsOr…
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Return Of The Snow
This is another one I wrote several years ago, but seems appropriate in the season for reasons untold…; -) Return of the Snow snow is comingin flurries and squallsin storms and gently fallingclouds of snow-dust swirls, where each flake, an ice crystal,glimmers in moonshine,and under street lights,headlights, and lighted windows, casting long shadows,creates snowscapes —…
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We Don’t Need Another Hero
We Don’t Need Another Hero (Thunderdome)by Tina Turner Out of the ruinsOut from the wreckageCan’t make the same mistake this timeWe are the childrenThe last generationWe are the ones they left behind And I wonder when we are ever gonna changeLiving under the fear ’til nothing else remains We don’t need another heroWe don’t need…
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Collective Consciousness
Collective Consciousness according to early psychologistswe are all attached in auniversal unconsciousness but what if it’s not unconsciousbut perspectives of the sameconsciousness pervading all the entire universe a universe of layers and perspectivesfrom so-called ‘matter’consciousness limited and basic to so-called sentientswith more complicated perspectivesmore self-aware perspectives of the conscious universemorality but a means of controlone…
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Two – Dimensional Me
Two – Dimensional Me the lamp cast meon the wallin two dimensionsa perfect silhouette as I turned tolook at meI turned and gazedback at myself I wondered whatmy other self seesimitating my every moveperfectly though sometimesin distorted perspectivesdependant on light sourceand surface juxtapositions my 3-d self a divinityto 2-d me?moral and just ordark and evil?…
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Cool December Morning
Cool December Morning cool and clearmorning in Decemberpristine skyreflects the deepblue sea as luminousBrittlebush blossomsseem to float onthe desert’s parched andcaliche-strewn lees no wild animalsout todaynone want to be‘the preyof the day’ and neither do I –LE – 12/7/25
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