By Bruno Talerico
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Backstage people live biglike rhythm and groove,like heavy metal crowd,and platinum punk party power.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 217/365.Poem created with refrigerator magnets.
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Aren’t we the ones here to make everything right? Aren’t artists revolutionaries? Art is useless,isn’t that what makes it truly valuable?Creativity is a temporary visa to a less-than-ordinary dimension that lacks existential burdens—an alternate universewhere we ride the waves and breakers ofpure perceptual pleasure.There is a place for, a need for,a necessity for the impractical, the incredible,…
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Matisse-The-Cat,petite tortoise-shell calico,chasing her own tailuntil she disappears.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 216/365.
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Switch off technology.Wear fewer clothes.Take fewer showersand enjoy more late-night swims.Listen to the quail and crickets.Hear the owls and coyotes.Notice seasonal illumination:the slant of amber autumn light,the warmth of winter sun,the cool of summer shade.Smell the wind; hear its wisdom.Observe equinox and solsticeLeap headlong into spring planting.Celebrate the fall harvest.Dine alfresco,savor sweet, succulent peaches,revel in…
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There is a last time for everything;there is a last time for everyone.This is the last time I will write this poemin this place,in this frame of mind.This is the last time I will enjoythis sip of coffee.This is the last time the world will existprecisely as it is in this exact moment.Come, let’s celebratethe…
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In a place so beautiful it’s painful Distant thunder rumbles, felt more than heard— like bowel gas after cabbage, percussive shivers deep in the bones.Gaia’s unrelenting energy unleashed upon arrogant primates. Abandonment the only option: families with suitcases, many leaving their homes for the first time ever, running from atmospheric warmingand rising seas,the two mouths of hell.Structures dismembered, falling like bones ofan overcooked stewing chicken. Shape-shifting…
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The four of us dangle and swing in canoes: Romulus, Remus, Li’l Abner, and The Wizard, floating by green hawthorn, deciduous holly, surrounded by dragonflies known as snake doctors, Anopheles mosquitoes, owl butterflies, woodpecker. The capture is inevitable.A sanguine septuagenarian, who once entered prizefights, now stoop-shouldered, with quick dark eyes, voice like coarse gravel. In a glass-sided see-in coffin, he holds court.Looking almost alive, sometimes it is…
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Trees and seas have lessons to teach.Observe the movementof branches swaying in the wind.The tree stands strongwhile branches channel power.Observe the ocean‘s shades of blueDarker blue means calm deeper water.Shallows are pale, rough and noisy.Many people exist in the shallows,They are close-minded,with conflicting goals,using their mouths loosely.Strive for deeper water,calm and peaceful,where values run deepand…
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What separates body from spirit?where is the distinction between living and dying?Seas are both waves and water,waves and water, distinct yet inseparable.What differentiates waves from water?Rolling rising waves are water,when broken on shore, they are still water.Humans are both body and spiritbody and soul, distinct yet inseparable.When the body is broken,doesn’t it also injure the…
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success iswalking softlylooking, touching, lovingmoving on gracefullyleaving only storiesand echoes© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 209/365.
Desert Dweller 