Tag: Poetry
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Slower Than Guns
By Iron Butterfly from their 1970 album, Metamorphosis, points to the man-made environmental degradation well established in the zeitgeist long before our present crises… and apparently, we still haven’t learned. Slower Than Guns, by Iron Butterfly Can you feel the manmade mistAs it starts to twist your lungs?Slower than guns Breathe deepAs you enter sleepFeel…
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Road to Nowhere
Road to Nowhere Rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno blooms todayinpenerateablestems and thornsnature’s armor keeps soft-skinin or outspiny prickly wallsfenced-in gardensanimal pens heading homeroad to nowherein the…
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First Cut, Slow Down: in anticipation of Spring
Looking ahead, I have already had this experience. This is my recollection: First Cut First lawn sculpting of the season, doneSweat dripping from my shoulders and brow,Lounging on the deck, under an arbor-frame,stretched sun-sail, dappled shade,sipping a cold brew, mind wistfully wandering. Wind chimes on the cool breeze sing,“Slooooww… Slooooww… …
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Hallelujah
Hallelujahby Leonard Cohen Now I’ve heard there was a secret chordThat David played, and it pleased the LordBut you don’t really care for music, do you?It goes like this, the fourth, the fifthThe minor falls, the major liftsThe baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her…
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Typical Day on the Loop
Typical Day on the Loop Riding the Loophalf reclinedsun glintingoff side mirrormy two front wheelshugging the curvesback-wheel gearingdrives me easilyup hills and downpowered by legsand feet on peddlesupfront and raisedalmost eye-level Roadrunner scootsacross the pathchasing a skink lone coyote matchesmy pace butdown in the washoccasionally looksmy way as ifnot interested probably huntingprairie dogs, jackrabbits,or roadrunners…old…
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Desiderata
“You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” ― Max Ehrmann – from his poem, Desiderata DESIDERATA GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what…
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June
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray, moss-frosted, giant, vine-cloaked, arboreal chia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moor flush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines, dead ends, and deadheads screams “LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselves with plundered treasures of…
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Welcome to the Hotel California
Hotel California – by the Eagles On a dark desert highwayCool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitasRising up through the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorwayI heard the mission bellAnd I…
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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, spring is newand we’ll soon be trippingover profuse blooms,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 “preferred…
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It’s Better Than Sex
It’s Better Than Sex That’s an intriguing idea. But if true –Why so many new feet on the wheel, andWhy so many new shoes?Why the millions in health club dues?Why the millions for mouthwash,Deodorant, and facial goo’s? If there is anything better than sex,Then where’s our patent, our shares, our cash?We’ll export to the third…
