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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

spindrifter

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Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

ducklings

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belly of feathers
the feel and the smell of Mom
till we can solo

San Diego ComicCon 2019

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Artists, movie & tv actors’ panels, hundreds of vendors, crowds jamming the convention center & adjacent participating hotels & nearby closed-off- streets-to-car-traffic, restaurants & local hotels enjoying their busiest week of the year, and a time when even adults can let loose with their diversity of costumes.

For my wife and I, it started with early a.m. before Preview Night. We needed to set up our panels for the Art Show at the Hyatt near Seaport Village—which was really cool, because it was open to the general public. Also, because we had tickets for Preview Night, we lucky ones got a head start on beating the really big crowds and receiving extra freebees—which might include anything from special toys & paraphernalia, books & comics & posters, art prints, large tote bags, program booklets for the upcoming week’s events, and at least a general feel for the exhibit floor’s layout before the next crowd-filled days.

Fortunately, our staycation at our hotel provided attendees with a free shuttle in order to avoid the downtown herd of cars. Only the shuttles and permit vehicles were allowed on that stretch of the convention center.

Now that my feet are at rest, I’d like to share with you some pics of our experience—a few of them described; the rest for your visual enjoyment. Peace.

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signing spat

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my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off

her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me

later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes

till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands

tree

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time’s been good to me

my hide
though bronz’d
by the seasons
manicur’d
be crawlers and flyers
and autographers
still holds fast on firm feet

generations
of admirers
of passing glances
have I outliv’d

and might someday
my leaves never reawaken
your memories
your snapshots
be bless’d
for making me immortal

rest stop

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sharing big bird rock
with a smaller bird whose wings
must flap thrice as hard

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

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in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

togetherness

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hands
eyes
thoughts
in courtship

sensing
no one
nothing
nowhere but here

now this is dancing

dreamverse 1

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the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

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hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

Nessie of Anaaski

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relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

Themis

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some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow

Love’s Legacy

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have always been our spirits
as fancies my heart?

were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?

night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?

so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness

“Marco!”… “Polo!” said the Hippos

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loujen haxm'Yor

Voices from an Easel

Tag Archives: photography

limitless

eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

spindrifter

Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

ducklings

belly of feathers
the feel and the smell of Mom
till we can solo

San Diego ComicCon 2019

Fortunately, our staycation at our hotel provided attendees with a free shuttle in order to avoid the downtown herd of cars. Only the shuttles and permit vehicles were allowed on that stretch of the convention center.

Now that my feet are at rest, I’d like to share with you some pics of our experience—a few of them described; the rest for your visual enjoyment. Peace.

signing spat

tree

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

Nessie of Anaaski

relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

Themis

some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow

Love’s Legacy

“Marco!”… “Polo!” said the Hippos

though they define us—
minor gray matter
no forefinger-to-thumb
evolv’d instinct

some of us—
feel we not…something?
even delight in family frolic?

eyes overwhelm’d by Heaven’s chandeliers— minds challeng’d by roofless Night yet what of microcopics and their microscopics? a universe in a drop of Nothingness Beginning and End found in empty baskets on Time’s doorstep— a trial of credence

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Mr. Sun still rubbing sand from his eyes imparting gray to the seascape his yawn churning froth across charging swells a dare against th’ impudence of uncaring loneliness a smile in defeat or victory a rematch certainly more even beyond Mr. Sun’s undressing gray for blue

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Fortunately, our staycation at our hotel provided attendees with a free shuttle in order to avoid the downtown herd of cars. Only the shuttles and permit vehicles were allowed on that stretch of the convention center.

Now that my feet are at rest, I’d like to share with you some pics of our experience—a few of them described; the rest for your visual enjoyment. Peace.

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sharing big bird rock with a smaller bird whose wings must flap thrice as hard

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in the far tomorrow eyes within Magellanic Clouds might detect a signal

vivid voices among the stars on golden record

an old crossroads of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock in Milky Way might be no more yet tarries my name

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hands eyes thoughts in courtship sensing no one nothing nowhere but here now this is dancing

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the card deck of my footprints shuffl’d cut reshuffl’d dealt to the many myselves till I’m awaken as one to a fading memory of those last hands

sometimes a struggle to a complete fold

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hero on a cd houseboat sometimes anchor’d sometimes ploughing video streams— hypnotizing eyes and ears at the dinner table where guests not only share but also digest as a solitary one with appetite fully satisfy’d while never full enough

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relative or hoax of Columba’s miracle? more tricks on our eyes?

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some might see should want to see a Yesterday as She did today a pebble lighting upon a sleeping pond a ripple wading to the shores of reason of marvelment of sav’d optimism songs of fair skies of fresh faces of love for her own Tomorrow

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though they define us— minor gray matter no forefinger-to-thumb evolv’d instinct

some of us— feel we not…something? even delight in family frolic?

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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

belly of feathers
the feel and the smell of Mom
till we can solo

sharing big bird rock
with a smaller bird whose wings
must flap thrice as hard

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

hands
eyes
thoughts
in courtship

sensing
no one
nothing
nowhere but here

now this is dancing

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow

though they define us—
minor gray matter
no forefinger-to-thumb
evolv’d instinct

some of us—
feel we not…something?
even delight in family frolic?