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2020 American Place Poems

Night B4 Christmas

We used to spend
A lot of time
At Christmas

Making magic
In the dark
Behind the curtain

From whole carrots
Left for reindeer
Turned to shredded Peels

The half drunk
Milk and a belly
Full of cookies

I didn’t need
To eat to
The secrets revealed

In the morning
When they wake to
Find “Santa Came!”

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2020 American Place Poems

Winter’s Day

Winter is here
Mid-
Winter
If you
Live someplace cold

Cold is here
Morning
Ice
Muffin tops
Made of glass

Glass window
Draped
In fog
Glowing
With Christmas colors

Colors everywhere
This time of year
A light
To bring you
Through the dark winter night

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2020 Bird Song Poems Winter

Midwinter

3 Robins
in a bush

Murder of Crows
On the roof

In search
Of water

In search
Of food

Winter’s
Coming

Hunger
Soon

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2020 Poems

Hypnic Jerk

You fall (asleep);
You call
“My Rings”
You sit straight up
And do the
Hypnic Jerk

The floor gone
An elevator on
With only one
Dropping
Motion

You flail
And crick your neck
Wiplash as
You do the
Hypnic Jerk

Cliffside
Sure you’ll die
You fall awake
Strain at the ache
Of sudden
Consciousness–

You object and
Represent the 70%
Who do the
Hypnic Jerk

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2020 Poems

Sitting by the Window

The old man sits
His accomplishments
In his lap

A bag of
Memories and triumphs
Moments and epiphanies

He is alone
Now, sometimes unable to
Make sense of the bundle

He opens it
Rummages for one
To abate his longing

No longer relevant
All of his virile impressions
Are now gathered here

A wish to silence
The depression, the anger
With one last victory

And, if some passerby
May find him here
He would always share

For the stories
Of these deeds
Were all he has left
…to give…

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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 Albuquerque American Place Poems

New Moon The Waning Year All Souls

The full blue moon set
This morning on Hallow’s Day

A Day for Dead
To be remembered

Alters built
For friends and pets
Family, loved ones
These ancestors we’ve kept
In tales of remembrance.

The power of the story
To recall the spirit
Of our cherished gone.

We long
For resurrection!
And within
These brief moments
They are here
— With us.

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2020 Albuquerque American Place Poems

Piles

The withering leaves
Holding on to the green
As they struggle
Laden with
Snow to control
The last moments
Of their living existence
Short the distance
To the ground
Where they will soon
Be piled up
Into fond
Childhood Memories

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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).