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2021 American Place Breaking Muse Poems

American Eulogy

American EulogyWe weep
We weep
We cry
We seek
Meaning
For our
Reverend
And our lost
So many
So many
We knew
Intimately
Now gone
Now gone
To this
Viral cause
Sisters
Brothers
Fathers
Mothers
Our uncles
Grandmas
Our friends
And loved ones
Few have been
Untouched
By this Angel
Of Death
Their flags
They fly
Cross the
Capitol sky
So many
Lights in
Reflections
Tonight
Now tamped
Out and
With our prayers
Take flight
Our river
Of tears
Pour on
Pour on
So many
Great Lives
Cut short
In their stride
We call out
Their names
We share
Their good deeds
A chorus
This mourning
Leaves us
All in need
Let us pray

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2021 Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Poems

Fire Was The Last One To Read This Book – I

I – Book of Matches

Theme, Tone, Meter
Subject so
Illusive

Matters, meanings
And Moments
Illustrative

We have relinquished our
place at the council table

We have forsaken our
Duty to protect the arts

We have been overcome
By our own eviscerating criticism

We have severed the artisan’s
Hand from the corporal community

We have left them behind
To suffer the brutality of the mob

They have come to the Library
With torches — Our Words

Read In Fire

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2021 Ars Philosophica Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Poems

Fire Was The Last One To Read This Book – II

II – Fire Song

The Pages tumbled
Off the shelf
Waterfall —
Firefall
Fire
Burns
Tumbles Pages back up
Full of Flames
The words read
One last time
by Fire
Falls
Fire
Burns
Pages tumble and whirl
In tornadoes
On Fire, Words
Consumed for
The last time
by fire
Falls
Fire
Burns
Swirls with sparkles
Of the Sun
Consuming One
Last time
Our words
by Firefalls
of Fire
Burning books
Consuming
One
Last
Time — Our words
Burn

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2020 Breaking Muse Poems

Honey

Waking
My consciousness comes
In globs of Honey

Amber capsules
Holding the
Last vestiges of my dreams

Dropped and drawn
Into the moments
Of what the day may bring

Interspersed
With darkness–
With sleep…

The bending on a
Dali Clock
Stilled and stopped

Time travel
before it
Begins again
–at 7:10

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2020 Ars Poetica Breaking Muse Poems Why

National Poetry Day

Today is National Poetry Day
Do you have something to say?
Write me a poem, no need to be long—
Give me a couplet, write me a song.
Or write up a sonnet, maybe make a haiku
A quartet, a triad, or sing me the blues!
If you add poetry into your life
you’ll find it uplifting away from the strife.
Write me a psalm or meditative plot
Something inspirational, something you sought.
Or read a new poet, these poems are short.
New words can help you when you feel out of sorts.
Just write me a poem, I’ll publish it soon.
Make it silly or foolish or about a baboon.
All words have meanings, some better than most.
With alacrity write something, even a boast.
Yes write me a poem, today is the day.
Pick one word or a dozen, have something to say.

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2020 Breaking Muse Poems Six Pack

Wild Horses

The sign
It says
“Please stay at Home”

Forget your car
Forget your bones

In their closets
They must stay

All your ambition’s
(Fears) —put away

At least for now
At least today…

——

This first time directive
We can collectively recall
To just do nothing
To sit in our stalls

But these American
Mustangs are getting
Restless

We like to roam
We like it breathless

We just don’t know just what to do
When we’re told to stay home
Until this is through

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2020 American Place Breaking Muse Poems Six Pack

Canned Goods

Fragile
[boxes]
Bounded up
De-coupling—
Social
Distancing—

Uncomfortable

Pauses

As to what
Qualifies
As normal.
Needing
Canned
Laughter

for
Comfort
Food.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

fresh starts

Yearning
Clamshells
Open slow
With a
Lazy
Yawning
Frond
Unwound

Reaching
Tendrils
Unfurled
Revealing
Future
Colors
Of long
Summer’s Day.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse New Mexico Poems Six Pack

TP Quarantine

Lockdown
Quarantine
“Keep the door shut.”

Practice
“Social distancing”
Do not touch!

Wash your
Hands for
Twenty seconds

Swab and
Daub and Wipe
down surfaces!

Don’t forget
Don’t touch
Your Faces!

Though we
Won’t need
No toilet paper

For one
Or two
Weeks more

It doesn’t
really matter
‘Cause there’s none left

At
The
Store

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Breaking Muse Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Cold Slice

Southernly winter Sun
Rises slow, casting
Angular shadows sideways
To the north

Cold morning fires burn
A smoky film releasing
Over the city, creeping
Down the valley

As the day progresses
Mountain’s depth revealing
Ridges and crevaces opening
To the warmth

Cold slice of Watermelon