Long Colorado river Poems

By way of Amtrak we journeyed slowly but surely from Sacramento to Chicago.  We departed Monday morning July 21st at the scheduled time of 11:09 am.  From that moment on, one could feel...

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Hear the whispering voices of our tribal ancestors,
Echoing against the rough rock skin of Chacoan Canyon,
Telling the outsider white devils, that this is sacred ground,
Do not dare to tread here, for your own salvation's sake,
Lies...

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**A Travel East**

We pass the Grand Mesa cruising like lightening at 95mph, 
I feel like a passenger on a toy train.
A mountain 11,000 feet above the ground,
auburn colored, rock faced cliffs, complimented 
by a spectacular...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I...

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Always did we hear them sing
                             ...

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I need nothing 
But the red setting sun
And to rest easy in the palm of night
With the prairie’s cool arms around me.
I came in on dirty horse hooves 
And lonely cowboys’ hats,
Blown far away from...

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My country formed in violent revolution over the taxation,
Of sugar, tea, and stamps from mother England.

My country enslaved with a narrow vision of traditionalism,
Drowning in the sea of religious fanaticism.

You should come in July when...

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From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado...

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1.) An amoeba on the cellular level
2.) A flashlight on the sun
3.) The Colorado River at 2:15 am
4.) Thursdays on the moon
5.) Oxygen....Strike that....We need that
6.) Blank checks when full checks are needed
7.) Cucumbers that...

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Wherever our Colorado River ends, 
life recedes with its water, 
it no longer has a delta. 
There are only miles of cracked earth.
Far in the distance deep fissures spread.
Crags, low mountains, stretch across horizon, 
separating...

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Whether a trip to a sister's funeral in Chicago;
Or another trip to Los Angeles for my aunt's funeral;
Or a slow ride to a family reunion in Chicago;
Or a 'Bucket-list' trip to an NFL game in...

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Travelling along the time-carved corridor of life
I filled the brimming bucket with buds of wishes,
some withered, didn’t descry the dawn of the day,
some bloomed, pleased me with beguiling flowers.

One such fulfilled wishes was the journey...

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© 2011 (Jim Sularz) 
(Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011) 
who drowned in the Colorado River when visting family and friends
on a fishing trip.  Bill was found 4 months later.)


Let it...

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Scribbling with amber-colored crayons,
time scrawls sepia on ancient rocks.
And ocher and orange canyon walls
rise above bushes wearing dust frocks.

Flora and fauna are left behind
serpentine rapids swallow the ground.
And white-water murmurs ricochet
off cliffs that echo the...

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Climb the terrain slowly, the nature's wonder is unfolding
Look afar, the Rocky Mountain peaks are beholding
Marvel the scenic wonder of rising bluish hues 
Catch the rainbow hiding behind snow covered views.

Roam the glowing clouds with...

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Journey centuries passed
walk its trailblazers' path
old memories photographed
are sacred keys to Moab's past

Red sandstone canyons surround 
an old western town
its sacred fertile ground
and white sunlight grew sunflowers
near burningwood powered
homes nestled in verdant canyon meadows
where oxen...

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President Trump,
a master at the deceptive art of lying;
says he is going to build a wall
along the Colorado River; that's true.
But it's a cruel endgame
that will be devastating for immigrants
seeking asylum; 
risking their lives for...

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Silently, pensively, I watch the crystal waters from above.
The air is crisp, and the sun is warm as the birds sing their tender, sweet songs of love.
I can feel the mist dancing up from the...

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