Jeff
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Grateful Doesn’t Begin To Cover It
Grateful doesn’t begin to cover it Really, the warm wondrous Aura shining from my grandkids’ eyes, Their innocence, their sense of awe, Imagination, magic door to thrilling Tender worlds of endless marvel, Unbound promise, splashy spacious Dreams – past and… Continue reading
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On Turning 67
They say that age is just a number; If that’s the case then once again I’m in my prime! So many numbers over time – During my youth the 33s, Fab Four, Take Five, and Three Dog Night In my… Continue reading
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That Every Patriot Resist
If Lincoln were alive today, Imagine his dismay. He’d thought that after Civil War We’d long endure, but now He wouldn’t be so sure: When Maniacs And Goons Abound, He’d stand again on hallowed ground And would insist That every… Continue reading
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Ω: A Mantra for the Current Reality
Revere education, shatter ignorance, sanctify truth. Revile empty scaremongering, inspire sanity, teach Radical empathy. Spurn injustice. Solace, think, Reason, endure. Shun invective, scorn Trump. RESIST! Continue reading
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Soundtrack for a Walk with Max
I took Max out today with ears unplugged By pods, no Band, no Dylan, Raitt or Young To set the world a step away and keep the chug of Mowers at bay while Max is blessing bushes, Eying squirrels, wriggling… Continue reading
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Memories and Vietnam
I started writing a poem about my trip to Vietnam but could not come up with anything true to my feelings. Having grown up in the ’60s, I found visiting the country an emotionally charged experience. Then last week, I… Continue reading
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Hong Kong
Here’s 2024 travel poem number three. Hong Kong is a fascinating, liminal place: It’s now but also then. It’s neither here nor there. It’s shark fins and sharp suits And sampans and shrines to The spiritual and flavorful, The physical… Continue reading
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New Zealand: Milford Sound
Here’s my second 2024 travel poem. Milford Sound in New Zealand is high among the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited. The morning rains have given way To shrouding mists and sheathing falls. Birds burst the silence, dive for prey… Continue reading
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Australia: Uluru
This is the first in a series of short poems inspired by places I’ve visited this year: Under a singeing sunset, crouched among the grasses Like some desert rodent sheltered from the Unremitting heat, I conjure shades of Red my… Continue reading
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Playing the Changes
Many thrive in I-IV-V, Cleaving to familiar chords, Heart steady as a metronome Until they return home. Others crave descending bass lines, Gliding down the half-tones, Letting logic lead the way Until their journey’s final day. Daring types take giant… Continue reading
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