Tag: Poetry
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A Morning Meditation
A Morning Meditation pair of Budgiesin deep conversationover coffee (I mean,their water and seed) the morning chill pervadesmoments before the sunriseas the distant humof morning rush hour rises but the traffic seems far awayas a train’s airhorn cutsthe morning stillnessthoughts turn back within breathe inlet it gothoughts drift awaystillness holds sway here and nowthankfulall my…
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Lady In Black
Lady In Blackby Uriah Heep She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowing in the mid-winter windI know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around me, from a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me, “Name…
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Stew And Recipe
Stew and Recipe Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum…
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Reading The Morning Sky
Reading the Morning Sky A perfect ellipsis of cloudsDot, dot, dot …On a blank blue skyA meteorological signInferring something left outOr more to comeBut unsaid Will cloud calligraphyNear the end of timePaint an exclamation point !Or a large PERIOD . ? Reading the morning skyOver the Santa CatalinasTo see what it may prophesy –LE
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Inaudible Teachings
Inaudible Teachings everybody’s talkin’ at mearound methrough mespinning their perceptionstheir fairytale fictionsof reality not ‘real’ realityjust their’sbased on conditioningthe birth lotteryand wishful thinking find myself wishingthey’d all just go awayfind their silencesit in the momentopen their perceptionsand just feel the day no judgementsno ‘convictions’no dogmas to defendjust open and receptiveto this momentand the universe’s inaudible…
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A World More Kind
A World More Kind unbind, unwindfrom a mostlyunkind day dystopian signsfrom world leadersflood the airwaves cause a clenchinga rigidity in my bodyand in my mind perhaps the long sleeptransmigrationto another plane returning millenia hencemay find a societya world more kind but I have my doubts –LE – 3/7/26
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Passive And Receptive
************************* Let us not thereforego hurrying aboutand collecting honey, bee-like,buzzing here and there impatientlyfrom a knowledge of what is to be arrived at.But let us open our leaves like a flower,and be passive and receptive. – John Keats
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Cotton Eye Joe
Cotton Eye JoePerformed by The Sweeplings OohOohOohOohWhere did he go?OohOohOoh If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye JoeI’d been married long time agoWhere did you come from? Where did you go?Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe? He came in to town like a raging stormHe rode through the fields so handsome and strongHis eyes was…
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Early March Morning On The Tucson Loop
Early March Morning On The Tucson Loop Gossamer white swaths on pale to dark blue,the sky, an abstract painting in bright hues,the southern mountains silhouetted in sheer mists. Walkers and cyclists dotted the path north to south,most not paying particular attentionto the stark beauty surrounding them. The yellow buds of Greasewood and Mesquitepaying homage to…
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Early March Morning In Tucson
Early March Morning In Tucson Chinaberry tree starting to greenLeaves luminescent in the morning sunThe yellows of the high desert springDot the landscape and birds on the wing –LE – 3/4/26
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