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poems written on the fly

dark mood of night

Some nights
are darker
than others
not in moonlight
but in mood

The narrow stares
of strangers
too many loud
angry sounds

The usual
evening birds
are absent

My blood
goes up
as I wait
for a fight
that never comes

A lone cricket
chirps into the darkness
breaking the tension
reminding me
that life
is good

Even if
my mood
isn’t

(D. James)

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Tiny hero

After being shot at all day
having fought hideous monsters
and saved his parents
from numerous dangers
the tiny hero
falls asleep
clutching his teddy-bear

EL SEBBO

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falling asleep

The world
disappears

Everything goes
black
and silent

This lasts
six or seven
hours

Then my eyes
open and the world
is remade
in an instant

(D. James)

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Day breaks with a bang

sun in my eyes
my words are empty
your shadow moves on my retina
like a love letter
another day breaks
hope emerges
and I feel like
a cigarette
and a glass of rum
doodledy-dum
time to run
and have some fun

EL SEBBO

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day fade

The last hour
of summer sunlight
golden and clean
makes everyone
beautiful

Filtered through haze
softer
than the light
at noon

Similar to the dawn
but more powerful
for its proximity
and promise
of nightfall

Feel the final hour
of the day
and hope
for many more

(D. James)

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Another roadside haiku

a mockingbird hops by
yellow beak and black head
my thoughts stop for a moment

EL SEBBO

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roadside hiku

the yellow sign says
do not enter when flooded
why would you do that

(D. James)

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The drug against wars

Say no to gods

EL SEBBO

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Blue

The sky is mystery
and the sea is a lie
Feelings are inaccurate
and ink is artificial
Yet blue is blue
no matter what

EL SEBBO

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Evening in Sedona

In the evening
the Red Rocks
turn to Black

A white half-moon
is held in
deep blue sky

As the town
goes quiet

(D. James)

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Red

The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost

red is a liar

EL SEBBO

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head down

Some days
it feels like
fighting a fierce wind

You just have
to lean into it
and move a little
slower

(D. James)

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White

White is the easiest metaphor

EL SEBBO

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Umbrella

If writing poetry
is like pissing against the wind
remember that the wind
often changes direction

EL SEBBO

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another day done

At the end
of the day

when there is
nothing more
to be done

except crawl into bed
give over to sleep

I still fight
with myself

to finish one more thing
before I admit
defeat

(D. James)

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The poet’s consolation

A beautiful car
is nothing
compared to
a good conversation

EL SEBBO

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wood

drifting through the days
like something at sea

big ideas
little motivation

life has become
a dull hum
with flourishes
of brilliant color

(D. James)

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Red

if my words were colored
like heads and then hands
then sometimes they could be
red machine or red lips
but mostly red silence

EL SEBBO

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gray area

If I ever
told the truth
it was a lie

(D. James)

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