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Rick Stokes

He

sits alone in the diner
next to the wall near the kitchen.
Stares at his table that's worn to the
grain from quick random fingers
that offered support.
Hardwired
Our brain, like a hard drive is wired
with lies, and with logic, and fantasies too.
See the girl
who's a girl who turns into a waitress
who says with a soft voice,
Hello?

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I Need A Blog

and a Twinkie,
and a place to sell my poems.
My reflection in the mirror
tells me that I'm flat.
Get a life.
Kick up some dust.
Move out into the street.
State your case against the
king, or president, or boss.
And when it's all been said and done,
take a look now at your world.
Then sit down, admit to self,
..was a hollow waste of time.

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My House

holds spirits of the past like the
kerosene lamp in my dark
basement crawl,
 
and the names and the dates at the
top of the wall that I stand
on a box top to read.
 
A Mr. and Mrs. live in our rafters,
staring through ceiling at
we who don't leave;
 
critical of carpet and curtains and cooking,
and wondering what all that
darn cat can see.

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Medium Dark Roast

I'm sitting in the coffee shop.
It's dark outside, but
noisy neon bright in here.
5 a.m.
I don't care.
I don't hear.
Just thinking of the times
that I faltered,
failed.
 
Faltered.
Always my fault.
Not part of the pack.
Just in my dreams in this blinky café, with
a hot cup-o-joe on a cold early morn.
I don't care.
I aint here.
 
Been on my mind.

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Moon Dreams

My dream is moonlight
dancing on a quiet breeze
of secrets grinning.

~ ~ ~

The sky spills out its
moon is full and hovers while
new light is swimming.

~ ~ ~

Slivers of moonlight
etch the surface of my mind
like diamonds on glass.

~ ~ ~

The moon outside my
window whispers moonlit dreams

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In The Shade

Floating on scent of a cut throat blue spruce.
A pillow of dust moves over my eyes.
My memory - it staggers, and then almost falls.
I was standing - remember? - next to a road,
hoping my thumb might stop the next car.
Brake lights go on,
pull over,
then stop.
The driver comes running.
It's a woman in blue.

Wow…
Now on my back
and looking down road,
and at the cows, and
the chickens.
It's farm country, you know.

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Meadowlark

I walked by the creek today.
A meadowlark was on a strand of fence.
Then she flew into a tree that's full of blooms.
The creek runs next to home, my
parents' home, where I grew up.
It was good, in a valley near a pond.
Always summer - nights were never long.
I lived there. I think
Now I'm not too sure.
Ava told me, valley's in your mind.
Not on a map, but in your mind.
Someday, she said, you'll take a walk there.
And swear you saw me fly into a tree.

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Raven

My raven was at my computer this morning,
on the desk and
standing near the keyboard.
I assume you're writing a novel, said I.
Never more, the raven said.
Very funny, I replied.
 
I yelled at my neighbor because he's a pig.
He yelled back,
Hey man - you just won the prize.
Prize for what? I yelled to him.
The pig wouldn't say.
He just walked away.
 
So now my raven is writing a book.
He may win a Oscar.
I'll be his chief.
95 / 5 and nothing less,
with a handling fee of 25,
and 15 bucks for cleaning cage.

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Blue Daze

True as the moon turns
a zephyr blue daze,
seeks the end of
a quandary of weaving,
 
A zephyr blue daze
and a crescent of sky,
a quandary of weaving,
sharp light in my eye.
 
And a crescent of sky
is a reason to smile;
sharp light in my eye
while singing a tune
 
is a reason to smile,
a tangle of jangles
while singing a tune,
glowing with light.
 

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Incognito

My name is Dick.
I've had that name since the day I was born.
OK - it's Richard, but those who call me that
have a clipboard in their hand.
 
Then in my 20's I changed my name to Rick.
Please keep in mind - that was in `72.
At least I didn't choose Song Of Dog,
or Ben 2 Awe Sun.
 
Now some just call me Rick,
and some still call me Dick.
Some say Richard, then there's some
who aren't too sure of what to say.
 
Dick:
as a noun - What a dick!
an adjective - Hey dick head!
a verb: - Don't dick around!
an expletive - Dick! My hair is on fire!

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