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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”

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2020 Albuquerque American Place New Mexico Poems Road Less Travelled

Rio del Ciudad

Her curves cut through him
She is the center of his life
All roads in his city

End upon her shores; Her Mountains
–Earthquakes, Time and her origins–
Embrace him Day and Night

Wind and heat; parch and monsoon
She drinks from the sky
to bring his thirst to an end

He lights Her nights and
bridges her spans
They form this imperfect circle

One man, called by many names
Beeʼeldííl Dahsinil; Arawageeki; Vakêêke;
Alo:ke:k’ya; Gołgéeki’yé — now AL-bə-kur-kee

One woman, loved by the people
mets’ichi chena, posoge, paslápaane
hañapakwa, Tó Baʼáadi, Female River, Great Waters, Rio Grande

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2020 Garden Psalms Poems

Seedy

So much potential
Sewn up in the soil
A spring menagerie
Ready to burst
First green
Then yellow
Flaming orange
And of course
Violet
Fuchsia flowers
Pour out like
Bundles of Grapes from
Harvest baskets
And the promise
Of the feast
That awaits us
At summer’s
End

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2020 Ars Philosophica Garden Psalms Poems Six Pack

Do you need a refill?

I sit with pen
Open Third Eye
Let go this “my”
And let loose
My mind
From pre-meditated
Preoccupation
Lose the I
Let go desires
Open up your ears
To the rhythm
And pace
That surrounds you
As it goes about
Its own business
Pays you
No thought —
Mindfulness
Begins with
Mindlessness
You must empty
The chalice
To receive new
Prophecy

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2020 Poems Shapes

Old Songs (for Jimmy)

So far The Distance The Atlantic To The Rio Grande
So Long The Time We’ve spent Drifting apart

The Arts We’ve slipped Away the years
Last Grains To come No chance To turn The Glass
Again Until small smiles Renew our Promise for Potential

Songs are to be written By Old Men Yet sung By the Young
What gifts might the distance bring
As we age and sing with growing wisdom

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2020 American Place Bird Song Poems

Food Fight

Life’s hard enough
On a wintering Eagle
A war to fight for
Every meal
But when this girl
Gets determined
A brutish male makes
No successful appeal

Stands her frosty
Ground again and again
Until one talon slips in-
to the chest
Of her challenger…
Razor requisite
To back away
Assessing mortal
Potential of this
Violent affair

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2020 American Place Garden Psalms Poems

Sorry Mom

To our mother,
We must most humbly apologize

We have been bad children. You have provided for us all these good years.

And, we have torn up the
backyard, dug up or
Cut down all the trees;
Stripped out all the copper
Wiring in the house and
Took a crap on your dinner
Table. We’re sorry…hopefully
Our children will treat you better.

PS – Hey, I’m glad at least
One of us is recovering
From the Coronavirus.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Bird Song Garden Psalms New Mexico Poems

Bird Bath

Mr. Robins
Takes a bath
He’s not concerned with math
Except perhaps
To count their eggs
Or later how many mouths they’ve fed
But today he’s just getting clean
A deep splash
And shake
Sending water splattering
He takes this
“Bird bath”
Seriously
He pays no mind to you and me.

Not until the dog comes out
Does Mr. Robins
Give a shout
No, now that he
Is clean all through
Fly to the nest’s
Alls left to do.

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2020 Poems

Outcomes

We are the outcomes
of our inputs
limit your sources
stop divergent thinking
mask off your surroundings
and you will collapse into
the feedback loop.

Opening all valves
at once can be overwhelming
when we have time to take it
all in, we can drown
but shut off the flow
and we die of thirst.

A balance is next to impossible
the mechanisms complex and
set to provide for addictive desires
–fear, consume, fear, consume, fear–
that was at least a familiar beat
now only fear fear fear…

The silence blinding
The compass spinning
The purpose transmuting
The desire metamorphic
The future unclear

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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