Long Tumbleweeds Poems

A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays of western tomorrow.

Time is played out in crucial moments of...

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Two soldiers. One fancies himself a punk rocking soldier of fortune and the other, nicknamed hillbilly, because he lost his shoes, they plan a trip anarchist cookbookrecipe fear and loathingbeyond culture shock  We journey...

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Everything the sun touches Is his domain.
The broken pickup trucks, 
Trailers to broken to be habitable,
Beer cans that rustles in the wind, like tumbleweeds in the desert
The Diner, My mother works at to support her...

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Memories tumble through my mind, 
rolling aimless, some have been...
missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, 
I sweep into already dusty corners.
You know, the ones far easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories
have become tumbleweeds.
I...

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I left California a week ago Sunday.
Alone with my map, I found the way.
Initial trepidation gave way to wonder.
Beauty of the land enhances the spell I'm under.

From Novato to Tahoe, the drive was slow.
Allowing the...

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Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster, was the Sheriff of our town.
When mangy rustlers went into action, he was wont to hunt them down.
‘The Buzzard’ and his surly gang of rustlers of epically, bad renown…
Had...

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I don't think we will need a map, do you?
Don't let me catch you speeding on this trip.
I’ve been to Oklahoma only once
back when I was a little girl of six.
I ran into a sticker...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails
and youthful...

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Gone 
                     D
            ...

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So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from...

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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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Dirty thirties leaving the farm behind                             ...

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(Haiku)

Gold dust rides whirlwind,
softly speckles wet canvas,
Lost Dutchman Mine found

Prose ~

"Maggie save your strength..." words whispered in the corridor of a prestigious art gallery in Paris, France. The elderly lady, dressed in black and trimmed...

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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’ wild,
the alpha wolf wakes howlin’
then scents a lean and lonesome...

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ACE CANNONS' CANON 

Through the morning, shimmering with colors that wavering, fade
from a desert where heat is a hue, and history's due
cactus and trees, knotted and sparse, a portrait some mad god must'f bade
into being,...

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Akin a tumbleweeds  
aimlessly blowing in the wind
umlaut punctuation 
courtesy of let herd Mother Nature 
nsync with markie mark, 

(or other faux nuke heads 
on silent auction 
ajudicating bidding chopping block) 
or getting sparred...

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Johnny spent all his time hustling
Finally found himself in the lap of luxury
All the cash he had
Was so damn comforting
That somehow the clown
Had begun to think
That there was nothing he
Could do
That could bring him back...

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EPITOME APOTHEOSIS

Glory Glory
Does she answer to us to bring peace in our world?
You know men are now participants of a new recreation.
Gay sex is prone more than smoking marijuana in the sixties (60s).
They call it...

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Fresh Air


You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say
The air that you feel on this warm summer day
That soft blowing breeze, which flows past your face
Invisible flight, no color, no trace
But there is...

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The Sandpipers Call

 Sandpipers Call amongst the garbage
 along the shore,
 Tumbleweeds dance from dusk till dawn 
 Tumbleweeds roll as time goes by,
 And time should stand still for love?
 But:
 Only Tumbleweeds roll...

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I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering whatever happened 
to that one special girl 
absently watching but...

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In my head...
the moon is obviously luminous green cheese
the man inside looks down and laughs at all us worker bees
chocolate flows in a river made by a man with a funny hat
Superman saves the day...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display.
Havin' no need fer horse collars and sech, I quickly passed them by,
But a...

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When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff.
They leave that...

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“Special are the ones that see beyond  veiled verses, 
   behind violet smiles, so much is spoken in silence, where cosmic chaos 
 are scattered amidst the twinkling constellation” Poet

I remember how...

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