Tag: Poetry
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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…
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A Noontide Lyric
A Noontide Lyricby Oliver Wendel Holmes, Sr. (August 29 1809 – October 7 1894) THE dinner-bell, the dinner-bellIs ringing loud and clear;Through hill and plain, through street and lane,It echoes far and near;From curtained hall and whitewashed stall,Wherever men can hide,Like bursting waves from ocean caves,They float upon the tide. I smell the smell of…
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Bliss
Bliss Bliss, a mental, psychological state based onignorant hubris (as all hubris is ignorant).More simply, ignorance is bliss — so they say. If so, then what of intentional ignorance?Again, a symptom of hubris, known as denial.More simply, denial is ignorant and intentional. So, what then is hubris, denial, intentional ignorance,the willingness to abdicate one’s responsibilityto…
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Business as Usual
Business as Usualby the Eagles Look at the weather, look at the newsLook at all the people in denialWe’re running time, leaving graceStill we worship at the marketplaceWhile common sense is going out of styleI thought that I would be above it all by nowIn some country garden in the shade But it’s business as…
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Early Youth a Memory
This abstract is based on the watercolor below. They were done about a day apart. That’s just how my mind works… take something fairly ordinary and deconstruct it, make something ‘different’ out of it… Youth – A Distant Memory When very youngGot lost and coldSpanked for runningOut in the roadEscaped fromRope-tied pantsBy taking them off…
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Late Seasons Haiku and Celebration Painting
Late Seasons Haiku windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure a crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice —rose-glass filtered sun wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside –LE
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Return of the Snow
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 — alien,breathtaking, mysteriouslystark, yet somehow warm, a home gently shroudedin glistening shades ofwhite, blue, black, and gray,while honeyed shades drip…
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Reality an Idea
Reality an Idea Humans haveThe gift of wordsTo express and informWhat’s real And what’s not Make us soarOr cry and deploreSet us upFor the big failUnquestioninglyConsumed as real They express ideasSymbols physicalMental audibleThoughts individualCultural universalSwimming inGraymatter domesCan be changedAt whim and willThe cryptic tomesOf Reality –LE
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Don’t Pick Up That Phone
This is my response to all the cold-calls and messages I recieve, even though I’m on the ‘Natioanl Don’t Call Register’… Ha! What a joke… Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof…
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From the Summer of 2009 (Some things never seem to change)
Intro: Cleveland OH – Summer ’09, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. Lunch Time Walk The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
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