Tag: ShortStory
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Killing the Blues
Killing the Bluesby Roly Salley [Verse 1]Leaves were falling just like embersIn colors red and gold, they set us on fireBurning just like a moonbeam in our eyes [Chorus]Somebody said they saw meSwinging the world by the tailBouncing over a white cloudKilling the blues [Verse 2]Now I am guilty of somethingI hope you never do,…
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
Another oldie but goodie? … The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues.…
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Brand-New Day
Brand-New Day parakeet sings alongin staccato counterpointto the indigenous flute songdeep in the laurel-canyon Chihuahua races alongthe chain-link fence barkingfinding every sound andmovement beyond disturbing arrows launched atbreeze-swaying targetclose, but no cigars and fatiguedshoulders need a rest Midnight slinks over theouter wall puddling in hiddencorners out of sight, in shadeunder the Oleander, safe aroma of…
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Magician’s Quest
A little stream of consciousness… Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolicking for lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdrop of the unquenchable sunwith smoldering energy reigning for the wolves, for the thronesto hunt for the…
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Homage to Man
Made the mistake of listening to a few so-called news programs one morning and was compelled to respond… Homage to Man testosterone-soaked psychecognitive dissonance on a rampagecivilization swan-song based onme, me, me techno-innovator, mankilling each other more efficientlygenocide, ecocide, suicide forprofit and power, what a noble plan yes, cognitive dissonance runamuck in the testosterone-soakedpsyche of…
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The Highwayman
The Highwaymanby Loreena Mckennitt The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seasThe road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moonA highwayman came ridingRiding, ridingA highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door He’d a french cocked hat on his forehead,…
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Misperceptions
Misperceptions A cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less Imagined significance Nothing more, nothing less Perceived as normalNothing more, nothing less Misperception abounds Nothing more, nothing less Just a cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less –LE 1/21/24
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Only Human
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primates with opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without senses and perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the reality or ‘truth’ of any and…
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Winter Haiku
Written during my years in nothern Ohio Winter Haiku Windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure Now warm from walking,‘cept for my frostbitten ears —deep earth-tones and gray. Wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside. Sliding down the road,anti-lock brakes staccato —black ice beckoning. Slamming the car…
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A Confluence of Idiots
This is about 8 years old. Driver’s rage?… Hmm… A Confluence of Idiots A true parody, self righteous, self absorbed,in crowded parking lots both here and abroad,trolling the spaces closest the door,wasting my precious time, and yours. Potential spot sighted… must stop the flow,must have this one, no other will do,creates a bottleneck so no…
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