Long Mesa Poems

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When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We were all this way, and there is no shame
In the...

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“The Waiting” 

eyes close
the new chapter
picks us up 

we find ourselves
lost in the poetic dream
stranded in a desert 

a lifetime away from home
we are in the waiting place
writing words in the sand

they are blown away...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s...

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Five in the morning
Orange and red glow in the east
A new day is born

A single rain drop
Looks to be the final straw
Now the flood begins

Albuquerque view
Volcanoes on the mesa
Since the age of time

Once green and...

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He followed this path for half a mile,
found himself high up on a cold platform.
The trail split, one went across the mesa,
the other went right, winding down below.

On the left he could see clear wagon...

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A long, long, long, long time ago

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There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they...

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I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends...

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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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West Texas is a vast, wide-open area, dusty, windy, and dry. Many a time I hid the mostly unbranded calves I took from the herd on the XIT ranch behind the tumbleweeds that had built...

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Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom,
In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East,
The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magnetic Meghalaya!
The wheezing...

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Nunca fue mi intención decepcionarte
perdoname porque a tiempo no pude contestarte
ahnelaba el poder verte y estar contigo
abrazarte y besarte y ser tu abrigo

Se que eres algo impaciente y no quiero causarte estres
y quizas pienses que...

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Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
His eyes afire and shining
And he sang...

He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of...

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Moonlight glistened like stars on the snowy mountain lane
   Ascending to a mesa above the timberline
Horses from the valley ranch often grazed with free rein
   More than once fillies had climbed...

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Moon Child

“Come to me, child of the moon…”
the Night Wind cried and sighed
and would not be denied.
Moon Child stood very still, unyielding,
alone on a stalwart mesa
where sand scoured the soul.

“I cannot, for I do not...

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In The Light of a Fading Moon
David J Walker

Eternity was the first summer after
The first grade and the first time 
You thought the days would never end

Eternity was the school clock in the 
Afternoon waiting...

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- 1    - Importante aquilo que quase cinquenta anos de observações comprovaram: para se ter talento é necessário estarmos convencidos de que o temos. E se assim você está convencida de que...

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I've ventured far from Indiana, the home soil of my birth,
To many exotic and exciting places all about this earth.
I've seen majestic Mount Fuji from the Kanto Plain of Tokyo.
But I'd rather marvel at Pikes...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the beach and smelled:
Tar from the oil seeps,
fennel,
coastal sage,
eucalyptus.
And, of course,...

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the moon is made of lovers' wishes
Gorgonzola, and other dishes
heard knighted lines of ardent passion
of tears and wars of lusted action

fallen harvest moon shines emphatically
a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically
dancing fires with nights painted pagan
and gifted...

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Resolutions 
 
New Year’s resolutions
are meant to be broken
as soon as we realize
that deprivation and muscle strain
are not our natural state,
and that a comforted body
yields placidity of mind.
 
 
The Relationship

I can only think of you
with exasperation
at the...

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On a mesa, not far from home, the moon shone on the grass like an emerald 
light, 
gleaming and bright. Silver and yellow roses touch the night sky, never seeming 
to 
end their course, beyond...

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Emerging from the shadows of the mission’s broken wall,
The moon falls on her shoulders like a ghostly silken shawl.
She wears a chain of silver and abalone shells.
Her eyes as bright as emeralds, her voice, like...

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It started with a glimpse of a shapely leg.
It continued with bodies intertwined,
and hungry for passion and feeling wanted.
The newness, and like intellect carried the connection,
as far as it could, between a sensitive romantic, 
and...

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