Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Poetry

  • Colorado Fir Trees Await Storm

    Colorado Fir trees Await a Storm The bristlecone Pine waits alone Hoping Blue Spruce will lean in again. Douglas Fir, Engelmann Spruce and Limber Pine Are dancing to the music of the far canyon. Lodgepole Pine and Narrowleaf Cottonwood Are still sun bathing While Ponderosa Pine and Rocky Mountain Juniper Look down on Subalpine Fir…

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  • Summer Two

    There are Buddhists who say don’t let it stick the pain that is but I don’t believe they can do it themselves because no one can rid themselves of all pain as it is like a thorn in your heart that can be twisted and turned by absolutely anyone that comes along and then there…

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  • In the Altitude

    In the Altitude music is louder penetrating into sea shell ears from another ice age Listen Listen Don’t touch anyone here.

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  • The end

    If it’s the end let me listen to the magpie for all that matters is laughter.

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  • colorado without oxygen

    thunder its batons twirling against the  mountain guardians greet me. Still I wonder what the answer is.

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  • Man at the Bar Yesterday

                                          Man at the Bar Yesterday Curved like a blackfish into the counter, Head back, throat open, hips poised. I wanted to steal him, Wear him out, And throw him back in the stream.

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  • Appropriate Use of GPS System

      Riding   Take me for a ride in your big German car. The one where the windows slide up over the world, And we glide all over the city, not talking. So silently and smoothly as I sit in the leather molding, me like a Hapsburg princess bowing and waving to my sidewalks. Take…

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  • The Hunt

    She arranged her breasts as offerings to the night: Lifting and presenting them in lacy cups And set out to stir the sauce. Salty and thick, some wine for headiness, she added oregano and took out the no. She was going hunting. The prey was so beautiful: curved and elegant, haunches still young, and eyes,…

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  • I am waiting

    I am waiting for the sound of my front gate And the thump of the newspaper on the wet stone. I am waiting for the second love bird to sing back to his partner While they bathe in the still water fountain out back. I am waiting for the slow grinding of the day to…

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  • Take a look around you

    Take a look around you

    Stop, look and listen. Remember when we heard those words as kids? Very Buddhist of our parents and Captain Kangaroo.The day passes before we have even put our finger down on the earth. The night passes much more slowly. There are so many people to tell that you love them and so few to hate .Look…

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