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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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“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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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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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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Virgin Verse

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. Oh, I still write Verse, but not putting it here. The reason? The Mags have made very clear: . They want Fresh, virginal, unpublished Poetry; and should I post mine, then they won’t have it. . Oh well, such is the Life; so much is still goes unfair. . I guess Mags want to […] Continue reading →

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~ On Poetry ~

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. . I Write my own Poetry on plain white paper, the ‘Puter won’t do it for me. ~ With a pencil in hand, and eraser effect, I’m a man of the past Century. ~ And, No One will read this, my own Poetry, except for the few friends I have. ~ ~ I am […] Continue reading →

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Present-Day Poetry

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~ I am so angry with present-day poetry, in poetry passing review. ~ When reading the poets of present-day poetry, I’m flummoxed, bewildered, bemused. ~ No rhyme, nor meter; no beating with time. No accentual syllabic to be found in the Line. ~ But then that’s the freedom of Art for Art’s sake in present-day […] Continue reading →

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Poetry Lessons From Seaview

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Poetry Lessons From Seaview ~ “Surely you can write a shitty first draft! That’s all we’re asking    of you.” ~ Writing assignments from a poetry workshop,     on the coast     of New Jersey,     “Seaview.” ~ Four days in all     – readings, critiques, and writing reviews – for those […] 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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One in the Once of a Whim

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~ There’s plenty potential, much less, actual; but there’s more to eventual arise.   Becoming and Being, two ends of Been, comes once and is never again.   Idiosyncratic, would seem to be magic, but there’s more in the mix that is ken.   Uniqueness to fitness to which one must witness is the dance, […] Continue reading →

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