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Morning Poem #2, January 30, 2020

Posted on January 30, 2020 by labeak52

Why does the snow capture me so? These first flakes, few and far between Dropping from heaven Must be a sign . Do I dream of lighted hearths And the return of those Whose chairs have been empty Now these … Continue reading →

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How to Write Poetry

Posted on November 2, 2019 by labeak52

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading →

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Morning Poem

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

You walk along in this sea of summer green And think all is normal That all has been homogenized in this Expanse of suburban lawn And then you see it Some flower, loud as a scream, Singing the color of … Continue reading →

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The Old Mansion in Town

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

If the house could be said to have had a golden age, this was it.  The Phillips girls were all handsome and well dressed and they navigated the Walhonde High School social scene with aristocratic grace and confidence. In the … Continue reading →

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Justice

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

Since we were to live in Houston only about a year, long enough for dad to make his contribution to the engineering of a new polyethylene plant in Taft, Louisiana, we moved into an apartment instead of buying a house.  … Continue reading →

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LISTENING TO ARETHA FRANKLIN

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

. I hear the drums and saxophone The piano and guitar Baby, baby, sweet baby . . . And I am lifted out of my chair Lifted up, I’ll tell you. Higher and higher It shakes me to the core … Continue reading →

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Music To His Ears

Posted on September 4, 2019 by labeak52

It had already been a long day. A personal-injury case I thought I had settled blew up again. My star witness, acting without my knowledge, gave a statement to the defense.  Killed the case. I don’t know why and everybody … Continue reading →

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Summer Morning Alone

Posted on August 3, 2019 by labeak52

. When he awoke he remembered that the house was empty and as he rose from his bed he felt himself lighter than usual.  As he stood, he felt the strength in his rested limbs and the mental clarity that … Continue reading →

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Waking to The River

Posted on August 1, 2019 by labeak52

If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be cold … Continue reading →

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Waking to The River

Posted on July 31, 2019 by labeak52

. If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be … Continue reading →

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