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Red Limousine

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~ I never knew much   of celebrity; I never was “up   on the times.”   Much too much busy   after a war, Getting re-fitted   on Uncle Sam’s dime.   An Academe,   a Labyrinthine; Lost in the Halls   of all Arts & Letters.   A Theseus,   of sorts, A […] Continue reading →

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Tales of the Tribe

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~ This page of paper     these pencil prints   now on an iPad     in pixelized bits   symbolic notations     dark hieroglyphs   a meaning    a message     a hand pictograph   a sign signified     an idiot code   signs imply signals     significance   […] Continue reading →

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Fade! Fade!

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~ Each day     As I watch it,         It slowly evades.   Fade!    Fade!     It all fades away.   Time,    Oh  Time!     It slides by,         Away!   It goes by,     Flies by! Belies us,     Some say.   It changes,    Erases,     Turns faces to gray.   Fade!    Fade!     […] Continue reading →

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All That Remains

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…. It’s a long, long way to yesterday, a whole lot of water now gone. An uncle once said, It”s been a good day. It comes out in the wash when all done. ~ There are triolets here, a couple more there – then, bit by bit, disappear. I remember it most, the Real wholly […] Continue reading →

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Birds of One Feather

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~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading →

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You Are What You Eat

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~ A fly in the ointment,       had no appointment; he did what he wanted to do:   All was free-fare       with everything there! and he fed to his fill until through.   Then being thus sated,       still nothing abated his eating – so he ate, and he ate.   Now, the fly […] Continue reading →

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A Kook, On The Kiva

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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 →

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Meta Rhyme

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~ ~ 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 →

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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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Tit for Tat

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One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading →

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November’s Tale

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~ A marbled morning sunrise at five, and I want to know, who sculptured this? Is Michelangelo still working on ceilings? after all those years? ~ A small ‘’tweet’‘ comes, from close overhead; followed by ‘’squawks’‘ in the distance. ~ Two birds. Two birds. There are only two birds; when only two, what then, is the […] Continue reading →

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Canyons

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~ The canyon walls so do enthrall, the heights are so impressive; ~ these canyons call great wherewithals, from man’s great flights of fancy. ~ On Sundays, bare, there’s no one there; yet, still it fels expressive. ~ A paper cup that someone’s dropped retains the single vestige ~ immaterial, though ethereal – an abstract […] Continue reading →

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