Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: Poetry

  • bridge the gap

    bridge the gap

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  • Baking in California

    Baking in California California crusts are crimping underground Scraping each other Angry at the moon and its lack of respect, They resist. There is a pastry chef wearing a puffy hat Holding a hammer. And ladies and gentlemen the shaking begins. The pastry chef is laughing, his hat falls askew Plates fall into deep crevasses

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  • And What if we Could…

    AND WHAT IF WE COULD AGREE? And what if we could agree You and me That we could be in love? It wouldn’t mean sighs and barks, Pointed tongues and sharpened teeth Or too many broken wings. It would mean A body there at day’s end, A name to fill in on the “In case

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  • 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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