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Laurels & Foolhardy

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                       For Billy Collins   …. He says he counts syllables. But I don’t think so.   I’ve yet to see something Written with Mo.   Oh yes, it is funny, Big laughs as you go.   But rhythm and rhyme To find in his […] Continue reading →

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Coming Of Age

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  The end     begun   began     the story     It takes     some time   to burnish     a boy     The wind     the sun   the sand     the boy     Time waits     for man   to finish     the story         ©2013, Marvin […] Continue reading →

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cada día

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  every day    a saturday each day    the same       when old   savor    the day save it    away set up    some rainy day    goal   don’t waste    one day wishing    away each day    posthaste as droll   five sevenths    of life when seen    […] Continue reading →

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Prototype

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…. Oh! Rio Puerco, we’ve met where before?   Cuba?     Arizona? No water, but sand.   And here now Isleta, near the Rio Grande.   Oh, Rio Puerco, you’re everywhere then.   Empty with promise to come back again,   so, Rio Puerco, you’ve stretched yourself thin.   A dead bed sans water, dry dirt […] Continue reading →

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Politics 113

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~ A war is proceeding, It’s not “Over There.” No drums Nor bugles, No Standards to bear.   Just back-alley deals, And clandestine dares. One troop in trouble, A rupture is near.   It’s foe, though out-numbered, The club doesn’t care. The Business of business, A sordid affair.   The loss through this all, A […] Continue reading →

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Time Takes Me There

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~ This day, tomorrow,       I plan to be here.   At this time, mañana,       I’m going nowhere.   Time will be moving,       And thus will be proving,   By simply behooving,       Time takes me there.   I only borrow       What Time lets me share.   So this Time the morrow, […] Continue reading →

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Mesa Verde

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~ Pueblo por Pueblo Stacked within arms To protect you, Secreto, From dangerous harms.   Some blessed by agua, Some, none at all. Pueblo poor Pueblo, Stone, in stone walls.   One year, acuerdo, Another, que no.   ¿Estuve que libre, En stanzas escriben, Que hace contigo Libre también, O este de no?   Pueblo […] Continue reading →

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Aperture

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  One day The day will come Some say That way’s long done One day The day was gone Some day A need of gun Some way It will be done Day one Some say has come Today   ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn 18 September 2013 0.6  

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An Idea of Reason

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~ In nearing the end     of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter,     Spring and Fall go.   The Young Ones     who made it,  thus far,          are still here – Amazing,     since Chance         is a Fiction  unknown.   As Fledglings depart,     it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading →

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One Day Will Come

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  The weather seems perfect    in Honolulu Even if rain    on old Oahu.   It never lasts long    but comes and then goes, The weather is perfect    in Honolulu.   Three times per day,    maybe some more; Some rains last longer,    like that or a war.   Two-Hundred years,    a revolving door, Each generation    (which […] Continue reading →

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segues

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  the old man lies     and waits for again the day, a night,     an hour to end   somewhere, elsewhere     a son’s life begins the father remembers     the lad holding ten   and wonders, if rather     his son recalls him somewhere, someplace     a chapter opens   on new life, […] Continue reading →

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Archetypes

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  ~ “You know, Ward,” says June to husband Ward Cleaver, “last night    you were hard   on the Beaver.”   After the laughter and snicker die down, I can hear    from behind me an audible sound   where a family surrounds their car on a lot, a fast-food diner, where I hear them […] Continue reading →

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but for nonce sense

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  “the greatest war that ever was,” is an oxymoron.   the finest act that no one has done remains untold by someone.   and numbers don’t end, nor will they begin, not even with the number one.   that nothing is something is one thing to count on – an obvious oxymoron.   an […] Continue reading →

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Elephant Butte

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~ The water runs deep dark and steep just a few feet from the lake shore   and all eyes will sweep the largeness she keeps – she’s a butte of a lake, and much more.   The boys of their teens are barely just weaned from the babies they were just before,   then […] Continue reading →

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