I want my poems an Art
minimal they are
with no sound wasted
with rhythm and cadence
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What If when they spoke
no one listened
if we simply did not hear them
when they spewed hateful rhetoric
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it's almost forty years
since I have seen your face
though I keep your image
in a tender protected place
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I sing the body electric
as I assimilate my continued life
with two deep brain stimulators inside me
I am still mostly human but also electrical device
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My eyes fall closed
then jerk open
I sleep for a short moment
I am tired worn and weary
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outside dogs bark insistently
probably a critter out there
inside our dogs are painfully aware
such is life on the mountain
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Two women one beautiful
one turned heads the other bent minds
one spent a fortune on beauty supplies
the other caught everyone's eyes
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Liebestraum- German for
Dream of Love
could it be a dark love
pulled from hidden shadows
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sand blows in the air
the sand is everywhere
the wind's a Santa Ana
blowing heat to the east
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