Category Archives: Poetry – The Stuff of Life

1967 Ghazal

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I was born free, and easy, gentle on my mind. nineteen sixty seven was a different time.   now, nothing is left, but to simply exist. being one from some time, I incorporate this.   strange, how a culture can shock to the core. itself is itself, of itself, it endures.   time slips away […] Continue reading →

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Denouement

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  ~ Collapse?      Perhaps of the bee population; and then, there’s that of the Monarch Butterfly.   No one knows     where everything goes; and no one even knows why.   Perhaps a collapse     in routine regulation, and the social order     of the hive.   Snow doesn’t go […] Continue reading →

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Father’s Day

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~ On Father’s Day I went to Lake Orange and caught all the fish that I may. I would have got more, but I caught what I could, and learned of the diff’rence twixt a can and the should.   On Father’s Day, I spent at Lake Orange and caught all the fish  that got […] Continue reading →

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that, which comes out

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~ The Culture Wars    descend upon us –     The Tower of Babel’s not dead! A culture ‘of’ war    is one from the many,     saint James, unacknowledged, it’s head.   Digitized data    and information     fast forwards the future    ahead. A hidden hand hides all of the […] Continue reading →

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A Supreme Fiction

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~ It was here where I saw you two years ago.   Do you still live in the only world that you know?   Our worlds are diff’rent, though not – they’re the same.   My world is fiction. But, even that is a name.   Wallace once called it a supreme kind of game. […] Continue reading →

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Wild Wooly World

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~ In this crazy world  we live in, where life is a light  flashing wan; where people will rush; where a will is still hushed; bewitched, befuddled,  be gone;   in a reckless world  such as this is, where countless the numbers  demand; where all is at stake  and nothing can wait, no one shares, […] Continue reading →

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The Long One

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  I think I was sent there by someone other. I would never have gone on my own. I wouldn’t have known who else to look for. As a matter of fact, I was done. Sixteen years, stuck to a marriage – committed, honest, four-square.   And when it was over, I thought it was […] Continue reading →

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two nights running

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  in two nights running,     I dreampt of the place – two nights in dreaming     a nightmare.   and nightmares are rare     in true technicolor. too true to be true,     too weird.   that first night – no one!     no one was there. no face […] Continue reading →

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She

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~ “But, I don’t want the Pain!” “And so, you shan’t.” “And what is the Purpose, again?” “To gain.”   so she went in the World. and, she was a ‘She.’ She had to be, such be the ‘Laws’ she named ‘Nature.’   And Nature abounds! It’s found all around. The Plethora of ‘Things’ bound […] Continue reading →

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The Sentence

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~       “Out! Out!”   With a vengeance, she follows her words with a glare:         “Out! Out!” Get rid of it all –   Whatever he had, I can get any where.         “Be rid!  Get rid!” I don’t want it round here.   And so went the life of a husband […] Continue reading →

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Socorro

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The code of the West Goes something like this:   “To get the man first, With bloodlust and thirst, A look of blood in his eyes.          Imagine! The total surprise.          Survive? The last man left standing alive.”   As best said by one, Who lived by the […] Continue reading →

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Do Not Go Down

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~ When this old world finally winds down and we’re not around, forgotten, passe, we will have said what we’ve had to say; we will have made our day.   ~ Do not go downnot making a sound. Shake up the ground,make it profound. Done!  Done!  When everything’s gone, Make it renown what you say. […] Continue reading →

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The Last Days of Quarai

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~ I with my camera take shots of the rocks, and ponder the labors all lost. For years upon years, this place remains here, when day after day all trickle away – The memory,  a history, a place called Quarai. Once diurnal pueblo of everyday people, now lie your ruins, this place once be-troubled – […] Continue reading →

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Nursery Rhymes

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~ Little Jack Horner,     still lives in some corner of the mind,     if memory’s right.   ‘Twas something he’d done to a plumb with his thumb I’d read as a kid in some rhyme.   I favored, rather,  those of the others – The poems      with purloined overtones.   […] Continue reading →

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