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Posted by D. James on 27 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 25 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 23 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 19 June 2008
the yellow sign says
do not enter when flooded
why would you do that
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 13 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 11 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 6 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 4 June 2008
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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Posted by D. James on 2 June 2008
If I ever
told the truth
it was a lie
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 28 May 2008
Tonight
a violent wind
blows the city
to dust
Trees bend
people squint
as if in bright
sunlight
A haze
envelops the streets
women wrestle their skirts
hair tossed
every which way
A violent wind
shreds the city
tonight
Palm fronds litter
Sunset Boulevard
the homeless huddle
like refugees
in the entryway
of a long abandoned
nightclub
The weather
is the one thing
this town cannot control
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 26 May 2008
Spun out
with nowhere
to turn
Looking for
a piece of mind
Knowing it’s
what we make of it
that matters
But still holding back
giving in to frustration
and wasting countless hours
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 22 May 2008
If I told you
I wrote this
for the sake
of writing it
Made it up
just now as
the words for
their meaning
and nothing
more
Would it hold
weight …
respond to gravity?
Or do we have
to assign some other
definition to make it
a poem,
something greater
than what it is?
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 20 May 2008
Searching for things
I cannot find
for what
does not exist
All chatter
and clutter
with no way
to turn down
the sound
or change
the channel
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 14 May 2008
Talk talk talk …
words without meaning
phrases that go nowhere
What does any
of this accomplish?
I’d discuss it
but that only
leads us back
to the beginning
(D. James)
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Posted by sdoubinsky on 13 May 2008
sun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand
EL SEBBO
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Posted by D. James on 12 May 2008
Los Angeles is pointless
under clouds
and cool temperatures
The palm trees
and imported cars
need the glint
to show their worth
It’s harder to defend
this almost-city
when the weather
plays the hostile witness
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 8 May 2008
How far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?
How deep is it,
how wide?
And why is there no light down here?
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 6 May 2008
They talk
and talk
then talk
some more
Saying the most
benign things
about the weather
or what someone else
has already said
I look for silence
But still they talk
and talk
without really saying
anything
In the end
I wonder …
do these words
really get us anywhere?
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 2 May 2008
I want to live
in a god-less
world
A place where
common-sense
and logic
triumph over
greed
insecurity
fear
and hate
A world that
puts humans
above corporations
where government
works in the interests
of the people,
all the people,
instead of against them
I want to live
in a world
where the truth
is a good thing
where knowledge
outweighs ignorance
Because frankly
I’m tired of hearing
these fantasies rooted
in gross unrealities
of heaven and hell
And I don’t think
it’s possible to move
to a better world
without forsaking
these fallacies of
nationalism
patriotism
and worst of all
religion
You can attack
me all you want
but the truth
will bear out
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 30 April 2008
I’d tell you
how I feel
But I’m not
sure I should
Not because
I don’t know
myself
or don’t have
the words
More because
I fear they’d be
misunderstood
Or worse
I’d have to be
responsible
as if I have to feel
the same way
forever
And there’s no way
of knowing
what the next day
will bring
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 28 April 2008
Everything thickens
feels sluggish
No interest in food
or motion
Scents not
smelled before
emanate from somewhere
behind something in the kitchen
It’s as if the sun
never goes down
never goes down
never goes down
Still it’s better
than being cold
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 24 April 2008
You tell me who
you are
in small ways
Not what you say
but when
I feel you
even after you’ve gone
The waiting hurts
like someone is
pulling something
out of my middle
by degrees
There are
three cures
You
Time
or Death
I’m still deciding
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 22 April 2008
Why is it
fortune cookies
no longer tell your future?
Have all the mystics
gone on strike?
Now they read
“Today is a nice day.”
But that ain’t no future
And anyway
it’s raining
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 18 April 2008
A government run
by corrupt fools
is still a government
still corrupt
and it is still
run
by
fools
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 16 April 2008
The waitresses
upbeat chatter
doesn’t match
her sad face
Tea is steeping
milk and sugar
patiently waiting
And I am lost
among the
knives and forks
plates of half-eaten meals
Thoughts adrift
in shafts of sunlight
spilled across the counter
Pay the check
leave a tip
and walk out
the same door
I walked in
Keep things simple
until my mind
returns
Bringing with it
what was lost
and found
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 14 April 2008
Heavy with sleep
everything to do
but no time
Wait until morning
when I can think
straight again
Right now
it’s all I can do
to stay awake long
enough to write these words
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 10 April 2008
Life moves in one direction
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 8 April 2008
The world changes
and we change in it
Divergent paths
verge
Veer off
into other lives
Meet again
in some other form
Do we recognize
this place
as if sprung
from nowhere?
Are we known
here anymore?
Or has everything
simply moved on?
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 4 April 2008
I looked in the place
I’ve looked before
where I thought
for sure I’d left it
But it was empty
I checked again
to make certain
and found nothing
I could swear
there was a poem
in my head
one I’d thought
about all day
But the cupboard is bare
Whatever happened
to those words?
I guess I’ll never know
(D. James)
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Posted by D. James on 2 April 2008
Can you feel it
because I can’t
For too long
I tried to suppress
all this anger
all this pain
Now all I know
is this aching
numbness
Wildly searching
for an answer
when all the while
it’s been right here
Inside my head
inside of me
It doesn’t matter
It means nothing
It solves nothing
nothing at all
(D. James)
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