Tag Archives: beats

mid-day poem, june 8, 2016

. moving under the blue sky the only sound is jazz piano, drums: beat and melody lighter than the air moving, moving, moving, fast as jazz. sailing under a blue sky over the green ocean our speed and force levels … Continue reading

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Morning Popst, May 2, 2016

It was not that he had never given up. Not that he had kept the faith. No, indeed. He had given up, time and again. Sometimes daily, sometimes twice a day, he had given up. And then, finally, he gave … Continue reading

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#5 4/26/ 2016

Eisenhower sat at his desk and looked at his card files and realized that not one of them meant anything now it was like the last day of school and it all could be thrown away and he could walk … Continue reading

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#4 , April 26, 2016

When Eisenhower won the war the day was over for the day and he just drank in the day just took it in and rested that was it there was no continuing no continuity it was over for a day … Continue reading

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post #3, april 26, 2016

Give me one down day not a day off not a day of annual leave or vacation I mean something unplanned and not paid for I mean a snow day or a day when none of the bosses show up … Continue reading

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morning post #2, april 26, 2016

When they were friends back then the best feeling they knew was like they were getting away with something they wouldn’t have said it that way even then but that’s what it was like sort of anyway not cheating I … Continue reading

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Morning Post, April 26, 2016

On a perfect April day he woke up and dropped everything don’t know why it was just something in the air or that he’d been carrying too much too long and the internal system was to the point where it … Continue reading

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morning poem, september 26, 2015

. WE SHOULD GO DANCING . I put on Sam Cooke and my feet move I don’t even have to think about it. (She was only sixteen. . . ) There is time this morning I’m alone in the house … Continue reading

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Evening Post, October 10, 2014

She told me to come on, that this might be the last warm night before winter.  The stars were out, she said.  I knew that, just by looking. You could see the Milky Way like a highway of diamonds splitting … Continue reading

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