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dark mood of night

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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falling asleep

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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day fade

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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roadside hiku

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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Evening in Sedona

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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head down

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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another day done

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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wood

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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gray area

Posted by D. James on 2 June 2008

If I ever
told the truth
it was a lie

(D. James)

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heavy wind, but no rain

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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dead-stop

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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self-referential riddle #1

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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silent mind

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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write what you know

Posted by D. James on 16 May 2008

nothing

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dreaming of silence

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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Perfection

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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weather crimes

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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bring a flashlight

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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Nowhere, actually

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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Liberal

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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Mercurial Emotion (or sometimes it’s better to shut the fuck up)

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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100 degrees

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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Radiant Heat

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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Chinese puzzle

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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The Illusion of a Democratic Republic

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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in the weeds

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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bedtime poem

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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forward

Posted by D. James on 10 April 2008

Life moves in one direction

(D. James)

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can you leave things behind if you’re going in a circle?

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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empty

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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looking past bottom

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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