Category Archives: Poetry – The Stuff of Life

A Rock ‘n Roll Stone

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      Do not disturb,   disrupt or perturb the stone as it rolls   to its rest.   It’s been long coming down   from a Rock ‘n Roll round –   To leave it alone would be best.   And the worm   as it turns,   tunnels and churns; it does […] Continue reading →

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New Year’s Day

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. Black Carrion birds   encircle the sky, in search for the dying or dead. . A lone little squirrel   scampers right by – A whole ‘nother world lies ahead. . Last year’s leaves    still cling to the vine, they rustle and rattle in wind. . An old man clings to the end […] Continue reading →

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A Run in the Sun

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We’ve had a great run,   which was O!      such great fun – That, was Our Day    in the Sun! ~ We had our great run, and even now though all done,   we still know      we had a Run        in the Sun. ~ And should all […] Continue reading →

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The Triangle

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        Dorsey drove   his Ford Fairlane,     he wasn’t going slow, up and down   a two-lane road     the side all snow, eighty miles per hour – Fast!   in old New Mexico. ~ Not another   car in sight when day got up to go, Dorsey swerved […] Continue reading →

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Of Paramount Things

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    The mustical spheres are tantamount things   as angels to angels where angels wear wings.   Immutable singers of paramount things,   a sum is a whole and all in betweens   where nothing is something whatever that means.   This, Alexander maintains he had seen   of musical spheres and paramount things, […] Continue reading →

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Old Men at Sixty

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~ Old men at sixty, forget more each year; but once when much younger, a world, a frontier, old men at sixty were, too, cavalier.   Now old men at sixty they forget why they’re here.   Old friends get harder to remember, revere, as memory grows flinty, the past, unclear, old men at sixty […] Continue reading →

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Winter Solstice

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~ It’s the 21st of December, 2012, the Winter Solstice, or the last day on Earth if you follow the Mayan calendar; I pull into Hardee’s and order a plain egg biscuit and a Senior Cup o Joe – 64 cent coffee, a lasting benefit to getting old. I was given a sausage biscuit. Upon […] Continue reading →

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“E.R.”

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    . . ~ The fine Tookie Doodle or a Sweet Sippie Lee will at one time have been where they once used to be – ~ When the Kit and Caboodle’s all past history, ~ and all that uncounted from Eternity, ~ hits the wall and that’s all that it will ever be, […] Continue reading →

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When We Were Three

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. . Come now. Come and go with me. Together we’ll walk     round the red Maple trees. . Down past the block, we’ll walk and we’ll talk – Old Henry with you, and me will be three. . We can make believe as we used to be – three old amigos, back when […] Continue reading →

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One Will Move Forward

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…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading →

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Vittorio’s Gold

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. . Vittorio stole the white man’s gold – the white man’s gold, his treasure. . But Vittorio stole all of this gold; and then, to throw in good measure, he would take of their horse and leave them, perforce, to stew evenmore in displeasure. . And across the land, of the mountains and sand, […] Continue reading →

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Ode to Something

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. So much depends on something or other; But, Oh! How memory falters. . A Barrow all busted, the Wheel gone and rusted, it now sits across from an all-night diner. . And so this poem, as it begins, then it just ends – like another, with water that glazes. . Both poems, on things; […] Continue reading →

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The Fix

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~ What’s wrong with the world, the man wants to know.   Is there someway that someone can fix it?   There is, but men don’t;   man can, but he won’t.   It would take a distortion of character.   Man is still used to cultured abuse;   competitive, not cooperative, by nature.   […] Continue reading →

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Castles in the Air

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. . I longed for, once, there to be castles in the air. . Ah! Silly youth. You must now know the truth: . And this may seem unfair, but, in New Mexico, there are no castles, anywhere. . Lo Siento. . . . . ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2012

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