Tag: Poetry
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SS & Medi-dare
SS & Medi-dare SS retired – required – inspired just plain tired – almost expired expiration date all up to fateemancipated and medicatedperhaps need bruja-ha or shaman help truer SS short-shrift – left adriftSS sucking sound asausterity abounds – movingwealth by fiat to leach-classwarehouses for the greedbrokers and their want-a-bees medicare not really there less…
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Drive Me Mad
Drive Me Mad drive – me mador wild – insanemundaneall the same harassing loud four-wheeloff-road on theroad wheelies abound dogs barkingin every yardpass the rage on barrio hounds some are not intuitiveor peaceablepretended strengthstereotyped characters intentions are notpeace and lovebut an Instinctmacho au naturel – futile –LE
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Your Heart Is As Black As Night
Your Heart Is As Black As Nightby Melody Gadot [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1]Your eyes may be wholeBut the story I’m toldIs your heart is as black as nightYour lips may be sweetSuch that I can’t competeBut your heart is as black as night [Hook]I don’t know why you came alongAt such a perfect timeBut if…
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Storied 2 – Fireflies Frost Ninja
Storied 2 – Fireflies Frost Ninja firefliesthe magnificent ninea court of frost and starlightof troubled bloodland of wolves the ninja’s bladethe finishersilent wife orkept womanspirit of steamboator any other name don’t dare a dameseamus in a skirta ninja’s daughtergathering of ravensmercy – from evildeliver us court mist and fury court silver flames a permanent recordin…
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Storied 1 – Fallen
Storied 1 – Fallen a minute till midnight ina court of ruined wingswhere no kindness goesunpunished and hellis empty as the crow fliesanother man’smoccasinsthe dark horsejunkyard dogs death without companyand a serpent’stooth illustratethe fixthe fallen the last miledry bonesredemptionthe Iris fanthe Ninja betrayed –LE
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Might As Well Smile
Might As Well Smileby Beth Hart I woke up this morningWith a smile on my faceI threw out those stonesThat stood in my wayAnd I put on a new pairOf hard walking shoesI woke up this morningLaughing the bluesWoke up laughing the blues When the talking on the TVTells me I should be scaredI don’t…
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The Inlaid Box
The Inlaid Box with its hiddenhinges and locksaged ebonyand burnt umbersatin lacqueredbamboo inlaysoozing hempishfumes the kind onlyknown for sureto the boxthat sits deep inshadows a remotebookshelf waitingto be sampledvindicated –LE
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Art and War Drive Technology
Reading the poetry and prose and viewing the art and photography published here in various blogs have put me in a strange mood today; got me thinking about the tech that allows us to express ourselves so lucidly, so graphically. That and the constant barrage of gaslighting propaganda and just plain ‘hot air’ from local…
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The Bike-paths of Tucson
The Bike-paths of Tucson As I rode out onthe bike-paths of TucsonI spied an old bikiein spandex and Nikes I see by your outfitthat you are a bikie—-and he said—-I see by your outfitthat you’re a bikie too We see by our outfitsthat we are both bikiesif you get an outfityou can be a bikie…
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Shankill Butchers
Shankill Butchersby Sarah Jarosz The Shankill butchers ride tonightYou better shut your windows tightThey’re sharpening their cleavers and their knivesAnd taking all their whiskey by the pint ‘Cause everybody knowsIf you don’t mind your mother’s wordsA wicked wind will blowYour ribbons from your curlsEverybody moan, everybody shakeThe Shankill butchers wanna catch you awake They used…
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