Alamo Snow
We’d go off a huntin’ for Alamo Snow Two friends together alter egos. We two together off we would go Scraping and tearing […] Continue reading
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What Will The Doohicky Do?
…. What now, becomes of the Doohicky, there? You know the one. It was left there one year. Remember when it raised up its head, one day back then, and the Doohicky said: “Farewell! It’s been swell, but I’m outta here.” They were just a few words, […] Continue reading
A Kook, On The Kiva
A Kook, On The Kiva …. The Cliff-dwellers, at Bandolier, live there no more. Yet, people still stop to pay their Hellos, where homes have no rooves, windows, or doors, and ask: Why did they leave? Where did they go? What is a Kiva? and What is it for? Some, hold to notions they came […] Continue reading
It’s Metapoetic
~ I try to write. I cannot write. I try to write down a poem. The words, too trite; ideas, so slight; I question sometimes what I’m doing. In rhythm and rhyme, I concoct a line. And I try to keep […] Continue reading
Superstitious
My mother would walk, bearing close by. “Don’t ever let objects between us.” “Bad luck,” she would say; though, I’d never ask why. But now that she’s long gone – Believe us! ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
Why I Don’t Count
Some people keep track of their dates as they went; I don’t. And others take care with the time they have spent; I won’t. I don’t know….I don’t count….it’s been many a year, sometime back when I was 21. I […] Continue reading
Before the Rough Stuff
could someone please tell me, would someone please do, why angels have wings for the good that they do? and why are they feathered? for a metaphor? someone sings orbs, spheres that make tunes – do you think that John Denver makes […] Continue reading
In Some Nambulence Social
~ Awake! at 3:30 it’s way much too early for a still world outside, dark and plain. I look out my window and every tenth window, one out of ten, is the same. A face at each window, checking the windows of others, to see who’s germane. We […] Continue reading
Mending Light
I went to a Poetry Reading, where a Philosopher sat in the troupe. When the conversation turned to the ‘Truth,’ it changed the whole venue and meaning. “Truth,” said the wise-man, “is like a Noon day Sun: When too bright, it is too blinding; […] Continue reading
He Gave Yourself to Billy Boy
– For Emily, wherever I may find her. …. He made yourself to look too free; He took your soul to his. O […] Continue reading
Meta Rhyme
~ ~ Sometimes it’s hard, So hard to find, The right words that fall into measure. Sometimes it’s hard For song-sounding rhyme, To fit all the right words Together. Oft times they come; But then there are some That fall into place Like treasure. At most times, Like children, They like to be chased – […] Continue reading
A Rock ‘n Roll Stone
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
New Year’s Day
. 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
A Run in the Sun
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
The Triangle
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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