“If Not For You”
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“Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there's no more music in them” Louis Armstrong
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Who was the cat? Just a bad book baddie? Or was he something more. Who are these false crusaders who pull the books from our shelves, who interpret their bogus meanings without credibility or reserve. In a day of dismal rain with a fish who only swims sat our two despondent children as…
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This is a tribute to Pussy Riot,
Artists as Activists, who believe their punk performances
are civic and moral responsibilities to fight all oppressors
of freedom today (particularly Putin and Trump)
https://youtu.be/C7SuYxA24PI
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I remember seeing a policewoman in the open doorway.
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In this case, there are no ‘impartial’ jurors
Saving our democracy is what’s important
‘No one’s above the law
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on July 8th (an event that occurs every year)
99% of the world’s population (8 billion people)
will see the sun’s light at the same time
Today this event took place a little after 7am EST
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Almost like he was waiting for her
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Who are you? Is the you you think you know authentic? Do you examine who you are, the portrait you portray, the person we’ve all come to know and believe it’s you? Can you fly yet? Does your consciousness expand on every level? Can you slither through solid walls manipulating your molecules? Can…
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When I see photographs of you, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes sting with the salt of tears. I touch your face with open lips hoping the kiss travels the distance to where you are. You arrived on earth in splendor. Your epoch beauty blown across time – the white…
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(Since the age of 11, all I valued in life was love, all I cared about was finding my soulmate, my own true love – everything else was secondary) All my life I wanted to know myself. Place the answers inside a silver wand, then if black rain ran over me I could wave…
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You or Me? I come from ether and ash. You are made from metal and plugs. I evolve from essence, into entropy. You from data and retrieval. All you are is the instant sweep of voices, the bang moment eclipsed, the already accumulated hypotheses of what is. I am one step further.…
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(All my poetry encompasses ‘Affairs of the Heart’, This is a sad one.) Somehow we knew we were never right for each other And yet we allowed the pageantry to proceed, I in the bridal gown of my dreams you, in a slightly small tuxedo choking you at the throat. I remember you…
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What can be more dangerous THAN THIS VERY MOMENT? WHO can be more dangerous in THIS PRESENT MOMENT? I used to kill insects when I was little, (still do at times (but I’m working on it)) Once, when I was a teacher, I had to march 10 blocks up a West Orange Township…
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There are nights when the dreams of that house break through these bedroom walls, as the ringing in my ears becomes the sound of my own name, echoing through that third floor stairway into the open pocket doors of the dining room, through the nine windows in the sun parlor, finally escaping into the gravel…
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My mom believed her daughters were safe in a house filled with friends An unlocked side door became an opening to the cellar stairs where the neighborhood kids just walked in. The basement was a club house filled with homemade ice tea and cookies, a…
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(Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion”) ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie The Sisters Remember My sister’s…
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As if our meddlesome somebodies
Can mimic God with His own light
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Each year a homemade card, each year a poem
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“When there is an income tax, the just man will pay more and the unjust man less on the same amount of income”. Said by Plato. Einstein said: “the hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax”. Trump and his blood-suckers either don’t pay their taxes or use every trick in the…
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O’Shaughnessy’s Ode has always arisen in me to describe what being a poet means. I am one, since the age of eleven I write. Have to. Whenever the blood flow swells in me, whenever the thought erupts or the passion breaks through these mesmerized human threads, I write. Johnny next door was a few years…
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Room & Board
Prompted By Retirement
/ Stories
“Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there's no more music in them” Louis Armstrong
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There are no words
A Rainy Day Read
Prompted By Rainy Days
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Who was the cat? Just a bad book baddie? Or was he something more. Who are these false crusaders who pull the books from our shelves, who interpret their bogus meanings without credibility or reserve. In a day of dismal rain with a fish who only swims sat our two despondent children as…
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Mary, The Feminist
Prompted By Art’s Impact
/ Stories
This is a tribute to Pussy Riot,
Artists as Activists, who believe their punk performances
are civic and moral responsibilities to fight all oppressors
of freedom today (particularly Putin and Trump)
https://youtu.be/C7SuYxA24PI
Read More
“Got A Cigarette?”
Prompted By The ER
/ Stories
I remember seeing a policewoman in the open doorway.
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Impartiality Bonkers
Prompted By Jury Duty
/ Stories
In this case, there are no ‘impartial’ jurors
Saving our democracy is what’s important
‘No one’s above the law
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Laura’s Garden
Prompted By Isolation and Solitude
/ Stories
on July 8th (an event that occurs every year)
99% of the world’s population (8 billion people)
will see the sun’s light at the same time
Today this event took place a little after 7am EST
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A Circle Of Life
Prompted By Timing is Everything
/ Stories
Almost like he was waiting for her
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Both Night owl and Morning Lover
…but it’s Father’s Day
Feel it, Smell it, Own it
A Wireless Woman
The Shape Shifter
Prompted By Imitation
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Who are you? Is the you you think you know authentic? Do you examine who you are, the portrait you portray, the person we’ve all come to know and believe it’s you? Can you fly yet? Does your consciousness expand on every level? Can you slither through solid walls manipulating your molecules? Can…
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AI and I’m outta here
“It’s Going To Be Alright”
Prompted By Mother’s Day
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When I see photographs of you, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes sting with the salt of tears. I touch your face with open lips hoping the kiss travels the distance to where you are. You arrived on earth in splendor. Your epoch beauty blown across time – the white…
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In Flannel Robes
Prompted By Struggling with Values
/ Stories
(Since the age of 11, all I valued in life was love, all I cared about was finding my soulmate, my own true love – everything else was secondary) All my life I wanted to know myself. Place the answers inside a silver wand, then if black rain ran over me I could wave…
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An AI Reckoning
Prompted By Intelligence
/ Stories
You or Me? I come from ether and ash. You are made from metal and plugs. I evolve from essence, into entropy. You from data and retrieval. All you are is the instant sweep of voices, the bang moment eclipsed, the already accumulated hypotheses of what is. I am one step further.…
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The Vow
Prompted By Affairs of the Heart
/ Stories
(All my poetry encompasses ‘Affairs of the Heart’, This is a sad one.) Somehow we knew we were never right for each other And yet we allowed the pageantry to proceed, I in the bridal gown of my dreams you, in a slightly small tuxedo choking you at the throat. I remember you…
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ACTIVE SHOOTER DRILL, USA 🇺🇸 2023
Prompted By Danger
/ Stories
What can be more dangerous THAN THIS VERY MOMENT? WHO can be more dangerous in THIS PRESENT MOMENT? I used to kill insects when I was little, (still do at times (but I’m working on it)) Once, when I was a teacher, I had to march 10 blocks up a West Orange Township…
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A Kid With A Grown Up Heart
Prompted By Can You Go Home Again?
/ Stories
There are nights when the dreams of that house break through these bedroom walls, as the ringing in my ears becomes the sound of my own name, echoing through that third floor stairway into the open pocket doors of the dining room, through the nine windows in the sun parlor, finally escaping into the gravel…
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“Shelter From The Storm” the Storm Door
Prompted By Lightning
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My mom believed her daughters were safe in a house filled with friends An unlocked side door became an opening to the cellar stairs where the neighborhood kids just walked in. The basement was a club house filled with homemade ice tea and cookies, a…
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The Sisters Remember
Prompted By Theater
/ Stories
(Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion”) ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie The Sisters Remember My sister’s…
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My mom’s trauma was real. To her
The Regulation of Light
Prompted By Changing Times
/ Stories
As if our meddlesome somebodies
Can mimic God with His own light
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My Christmas Poetry
Prompted By Holiday Letters
/ Stories
Each year a homemade card, each year a poem
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I’m Game, You?
Prompted By Taxes
/ Stories
“When there is an income tax, the just man will pay more and the unjust man less on the same amount of income”. Said by Plato. Einstein said: “the hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax”. Trump and his blood-suckers either don’t pay their taxes or use every trick in the…
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‘We are the Music Makers, We are the Dreamers of Dreams”
Prompted By Poetry
/ Stories
O’Shaughnessy’s Ode has always arisen in me to describe what being a poet means. I am one, since the age of eleven I write. Have to. Whenever the blood flow swells in me, whenever the thought erupts or the passion breaks through these mesmerized human threads, I write. Johnny next door was a few years…
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