Tag Archives: Loss

Many’s The Moon

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~ By Sixty-Seven Things would be different. Enter the picture, Of marginal man. By Sixty-Eight It was too late, To ever go back There again. The difference, Appearance; A difference, Began. Many’s the moon, In the end. ~ Ed was a cousin, Ed was a friend; We never saw Edward Ever again. One decade long […] Continue reading →

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migration

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such a great loss, that of the family; of friends and heritage; the ancestral name. it ends in the loss, begins with a gain; the last, lone survivor, attains. not so much as by choice, but force, in the main: the force a prevailing wind. O! Ye Winds! Ye Winds of Change! so much is […] Continue reading →

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Tales of the Tribe

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  Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6  Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction.  Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading →

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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

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  An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – […] Continue reading →

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Amicitias

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~ Out! Out! Out with the rain! a man and a dog traverses. The water rolls off, and more follows down, falling to fill up more spaces. Cur! Cur! both dog and man! They curry to each other’s favor. One leads the way, the other one follows, slogging through weather, together. None! None! there’s no […] Continue reading →

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Gone to the Bone

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~ Nine-Seven-Eight Sits on a corner, A city, a street, Somewhere. A high wooden fence Surrounds The grounds: A compound In semblance In air. Nine-Seven-Eight. No one seems home. But people Do live there, I swear! It’s quiet, Threadbare, And gone in the bone: Secret, Private, Alone. Three quarters A score Of years, Maybe more, […] Continue reading →

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if it quacked like a duck

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~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading →

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Shards of Gray Glass

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~ Each piece, a poem; the leaf of a tree – The common connection, poetry. Caedmon began his in England; where no one at such time should know him. O Sappho, of Lesbos, what be thy fame? Shards of gray glass antiquity claims? Ideas hold fast; when all comes to pass, nothing holds past, all […] Continue reading →

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Farewell to all that

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~ Farewell to the ocean, the notion of fun; warm days and sun rays, California sun. Goodbye to the patrons who wished for us well; Farewell to the chevron, two years of hell. Comes now the moment, we knew that it would, lying once latent, it shows when it should. Adios, mis amigos; adieu, everyone. […] Continue reading →

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    I hate to leave   but have to go       there’s no way   of getting   around it  

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The Flower of Youth

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~ There is in this Flower –     The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour –     One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter,     Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter,     An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows     An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading →

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Sacre-Doted Children

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…. Once, we were soldiers, Boys of eighteen; Intrepid and stupid, One just sixteen. Some were rock stolid, Caught-up in fraught; In rightness of action, Righteous, we thought. We were the children Of the Great War Our fathers had fought in, So there’d be no more. Dearer to children, O Lord! Give us pause – […] Continue reading →

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The Mirror of Fate

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Each time the mirror mirrors his face, the old man inquires his ominous fate – How has this come, from young to undone? How have I come to this time in space? Time has just taken my life away in drips and drab trickles and plopped down in place This Face! This Face! The face […] Continue reading →

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The Long Conversation

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~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading →

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And The World Will Still Roll On

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(For Danny Welborn) ~ Some say in dying, you get what you get;   a suicide number on someone’s hit list.   A social statistic; a news item flair;   a cousin of cousins may hear it somewhere.   First comes the daughter, too pretty, unfair;   then falls a baby, it couldn’t breathe air. […] Continue reading →

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