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2020 American Place Bird Song New Mexico Poems

Dead on Arrival

Migratory Birds
Dying by the 1000s
Warblers
Western Wood Pewee
Fly Catchers
Bluebirds
Blackbirds
Sparrows
—sorrow
Stumbling dumbly
Into the streets
Hit by cars
Falling
Out of
Trees 🌳
Starved
Of nutty energy
Not enough fuel to complete
A journey taken too soon…
For fires 🔥 raged
And burned their homes
Smoke fills the air
And burns their lungs
Away away away away
Into the dry desert sun
Only to keel over
Mid-way through their run
It’s not the apocalypse
Yet, one might blame…the devil
Climate change with dead bird denial!

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Poems

The Alacrity of Spiders

O, happy kill
And with pure will
The tiny Widow
Hauls whole snails
Down below
To feed her sacks
Of tiny brats
By the hundreds
They will flow
Into my dreams
Reminding me though
There are things
I do not like!
Like counting spiders
Through the night
Who creep and sneak
And crawl to fright me
Out of my slumber cold.
Though I’m not their prey
A snack they may
Make from me
In the morning light.
(But, truly they were never there…
Just in my dreams and
Awakened stares
Taking from me my
Restful delights.)

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2020 Poems

Who are you?

Who am I?
Who
am
I?
Who am I?

“Who am I?” He calls
into the darkness
Eyes closed

“Who am I?” he calls
into the silence…
Room Quiet

Who am I?
I think
therefore…

I am
who?
Questions the silenced darkness?

A thousand voices
Rise to compete
None saying
Who I am
Only, I am who?

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2020 Poems

The List

Poet
Singer
Husband
Father
Philosopher
Worker
Provider
Destroyer
Loud
Silent
Aggressive
Docile
Lover
Fighter
Natural
Synthetic
Bold
Afraid
Tough
Soft
Broken
Recovered
Addicted
Free

A thousand voices
Call to me from
The darkness — yet
None, tells the story of
Who I Am…

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2020 Ars Poetica Poems

Coffee Club Clutches

Why are
Poetry books
So short?
Are these
Unbearable thoughts
For your
Pleasantly
Silent
Society?
Do we dare
to challenge
More
These foundations
That you
Adore?
That only
In tiny
Packages
Will you
allow for
these Diversions?
Is it that
I cannot
Keep you
In these
pages without
Paying Dues
To the
Coffee Club Clutches
of Consumer Culture?

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2020 Poems

Tripping

Cars roll by monotonously
— A long trip, swoosh after swoosh
Numbing rhythm won’t let you sleep
Car after truck after car a
Pulsing circulatory system
Of Human consciousness

But each day is a car
As we stay home for
The sixth month in a row
How could we know that
We should have packed a snack
For this longest of journeys
No end in sight to this
Trip down Covid Lane.

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Poems

Anniversary

Orchids;

  Rope after rope

of Marigolds

Fuchsia tapestry

    Dancing to the fast fingers

of the solo guitarist

Black Bird

    “Take these broken wings”

“We are gathered here to leap”

Like your brother and cousin

    So small (now grown)

Splashing water in 99º

The gathering

    With hand fans

waving to the beat (the heat)

As we assemble everyone

      who cherish us

to bear witness

To our love —

      The Souls Mate

The couple hitched

And at 17

      This life has grown

Into One

I no

      longer know

Myself

Without

  seeing

    you smile!

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Poems

17

Old oak,

  Varnish and chrome,

      Stability;

      Longitude.

Why buy

    New Furniture

    for Anniversary?

Shouldn’t it just

        be solid

        Antique?

What better

        to recall

a time when

“Things”, like

            relationships,

were better made.

Not angry

        and fashionable

          like the mob,

But the

    Old Oak Tree;

    Reminding Me

That patience

              and time spent cherishing

              the things

We already have

           is what make

    Great these

Long-lasting

  Moments

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Poems Shapes

Please Explain

“Perhaps I am a dull reader; if so, these matters can be explained.
And in fairness to me they must be explained—if not by Dr. Wil-
liams, then by some modern prosodist sympathetic to Dr. Wil-
liams’s method.” H.C.

Yes, I am
Sympathetic to
the random form

The triadic
flow. We’re
sorry it causes you

So much
confusion. I
quite like the

Dalian comparison though
If my lines
could drip

Off the pages
and flow back
into the river

I would
have accomplished
My Art.

 *April 8th, 1950. “Dr. Williams’s Paterson” Hayden Carruth - Studies in Paterson
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2020 Poems Shapes

Elementary

The River Never Thinks To ask?
“Where are We going?”
The Rocks Firmly Saying “STAY!”

Caught Between,
In this Eddy
Choice The Sole Task

None Ever Seem Ready
Hold Your Ground Or
Let This Pass

“Every action has an
opposite and equal reaction”