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2020 Poems

A Year Has Passed

Another year has passed
And Autumn comes again
at last
To usher in memories
of my poetic dreams

I’ve stalled time and again this year
Not completing themes I fear

Lost my way in the anger
Of the body politic, a danger

To my own mental peace of mind
In due time perhaps I will find

My way back home to discover
The fruits of Garden Psalms, a labor

To harvest fruits much greater
Than the hatred that blooms

A simpler time I pine for
Where neighbors still knock at the door

To share their lives and times
before the Covid grind where

Hate and isolation define
This once tolerable nation.

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2020 Poems

A little longer

The Fall Casts
False shadows
That last
A little longer
Than the one before

And
At the
Door
Knocks Autumn

But
You’re still dressed for Summer
And you’ll catch the death
of cold
“Don’t cha know?”
Yet she still shows
her flowers
Burgeoning
after showers
Surging in the morning light

Yes, Autumn bright and
warm in
the afternoon
of our farewells
(to Summer).

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2020 Poems

Four Change

The seasons change
And change and change
and change
The sunlight drifts
and shifts its way
Dancing high and dancing low
Bringing bright and dimming dark
Casting shadows that
Move across the ground
Dragging time through the dirt…
Alert, my senses beckon
For it all to stop, yet
On we turn as the sun still burns
Its intense gravity pulling
Us forward past the shadows
And into the future —
The only uncertainty
Is will humanity
Continue to witness the changes.

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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 American Place New Mexico Poems

The Noisy Silence

I sat in a quiet place
Deep in the woods
Very far away
From humans and their
Vibrating city’s sounds
The constant swish of
Cars driving down her streets.

But more than that, the
Prattle and chat of voices gone
There were no songs
Of city birds, fattened and sure
That water and the next meal would come.

No, not the hum of crickets
Not the buzz of flies and mosquitoes
No, nothing to break the sounds
Of my own thinking.

So, when a sound is made
A woodpecker, hawk
or Owl’s tirade, does
Tear the silence into full awareness—
Your mind plays tricks and
Fills the silence with
Sounds of worry, fear and dread.

For the next sound that’s made
Will surely be more deadlay
Than a bird fetching its morning meal.

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2020 American Place New Mexico Poems

Into The Woods

Into the woods
The end of summer
Into cold morning
A gleeful glimmer
of a night without incident…
Nothing to prevent
Our awakening
of senses, primordial
Long forgotten, guttural
need for fire and food.

A great horned owl
awakens me from my
darkened state
with the call to its mate
to breakfast.
Brings my morning thoughts around
to the food we hauled up
off the ground
into a tree to ward
off bears out hungry.

A long winding walk, heavy
packs but light thoughts
down to the river’s edge we made.
With campfire rings and
the desire to sing
we make tales of what
adventure bring.

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2020 American Place New Mexico Poems

Longitudinal Awareness

Longitudinal Awareness
Not really a thing —
Not spatial, more sensory
The open capillary of mental exercise
A receptor that activates once in the wild
A slower foot, a surer step
Knowing that it is too quiet
While noting every sound.
The calls of the creatures
No room for mistakes, so
you lay awake wondering if it
be predator or varmint
Alive
Open
Receiving
Consciousness
Ready for the surprises
Except for your own
Mental illness

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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.)

*Alacrity – Not a common word for most. I stole it from William Carlos Williams. “Brisk and cheerful readiness.”

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2020 Poems

1979

The bus met
In front of my school
Every morning —
Campus was 3 blocks
From my house
I walked there
Every day
Got on the bus
And was driven
Across Lubbock
Past the cotton fields
Past the smelly
Seed oil plant
To the “Black School”
At 7, I knew not
Of the segregated
Racist past that
My town was mandated
To reckon with
I was just a kid,
Scared and in a
Strange school
Where books were few
And school supplies
Were in my backpack
Bought at the Piggly Wiggly
Close to our house
If only they had told us
That we could have been
Instruments of change.