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2020 American Place Oklahoma Poems

Bare My Sole

The moist October air
Puts the curls back in my hair
Away, away, away, I’ve been
Out in the Desert for 30 years
Yet, born out here was
My Pioneer Spirit —
My grandparents survived
With soil, toil and grit.
My parents carried on
with God and good will.
So, here I sit
No shoes to fill…
Stickered feet
Of my own desire
To return with bare soles
In these modern times
Fat and well fed
Much longer to survive
Than my pioneering
Great-grandfather
Who out here died!
A bout of pneumonia
After their posse did find
The lost little girl
Out in a world most unkind.

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2020 American Place Oklahoma Poems

Borne of the Plains

So much morning
To this day
A long slow sunrise
On the plains
The hawks and owls
And songbirds sing

The soil moist
The leaves turning
Awakening in me
My Childhood’s Past
A sense of spirit
The smell of cut grass

There’s something about
These fruited plains
A wildlife spirit
I once thought mundane

But a feeling of home
With open arms
Each time I return
I become reborn

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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

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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American Place Arizona Colorado New Mexico

He who is against me all of the time (1st draft)

Comanche – So the say
“Kohmats” more particularly
Best to make friends
Or be of great use
Otherwise, against, you’ll suffer abuse
Death, torture and rape
No greater friend than
The new minted Mustang
Emblazoned brand
Of the great plains band
Who had many foes
But knows no competition —
Save to better
Fort soldiers in gambling
Games of attrition
Yet, bent around
Their horses necks
They were unrivaled at
who they could best
with brutal speed
and unyielding will
few enemies escaped
their thirst to kill
and take the scalp
children and mounts
and of your women
have their fill…

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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 plays
Will surely be more deadly
Than a bird fetching its morning meal.

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2020 American Place New Mexico Poems

Into The Woods

Pecos River valley

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

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.”