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    Heatnik Penguins: Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest
    Heatnik Penguins: Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest
    Heatnik Penguins: Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest
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    Heatnik Penguins: Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest

    By Alan Belauskas

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    These one hundred thirty-three short poems are geared for the young adult.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlan Belauskas
    Release dateJun 24, 2015
    ISBN9781311876256
    Heatnik Penguins: Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest
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    Alan Belauskas

    In addition to Light Divided By Light Equals Darkness - Queen Of Sorrows Poem Series One, Alan has written Heatnik Penguins - Askew Poetic Bytes From The Ever Symmetrical Southwest. Alan and his wife, Cia, with their dog, of course, explore, camp, and hike in the western and southwestern parts of the United States. Their home base is in Oro Valley, Arizona.

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      Heatnik Penguins - Alan Belauskas

      Acknowledgments

      Judylyn Belauskas and Niko Belauskas were generous with their time and knowledge. Thanks, Judylyn and Niko, for your edits and designs. For her encouragement to continue this project, I thank Net Blackweler.

      These poems are dedicated to my wife Cia, my love and inspiration.

      Introduction

      Hello. These poems for young adults are concise. Yes, you can read the whole book in a matter of minutes, but I would not want you to miss anything. I checked with your 5th grade teacher, Ms. Villosa, and she suggested that you read the poems slowly whether silently or out loud. By the way, Ms. Villosa is still looking for that book report. I'd start reading if I were you.

      The White Album

      Apollo's Reveille

      At first light

      We start our coffee and tea mumblings,

      Fumbling for restless answers,

      Uncertain if there is a wrong,

      If there is a right.

      Then gradually

      in our shiny empty bowels of cereal, reflections we see

      of yellow spirits who like to sit in a paloverde tree and there they are.

      They hold up mirrors to us. We satisfactorily murmur. Our faces

      look so damn real.

      Dead Soldiers

      Down trees block our way.

      A quarter moon is in the West.

      It's a tiring day.

      Tomorrow we'll look again for the nest.

      This old forest's dying.

      It will turn into an open meadow.

      Flowing water they lack, pine beetles then turn them yellow and brittle,

      easy for a fire to rage.

      Maybe someday it'll come back.

      It's been a long day.

      There's a quarter moon and a dim lamp to light the way to our base camp -

      a home in the forest where we can sleep and dream of green trees that

      stand tall, and are perpetually at parade rest.

      Trail Tracks

      Tail tracks follow the lizard before the wind scatters more sand imprints

      delicately cast

      right to your door.

      Everything Green

      The heat that comes in from my open car window is too much.

      Slows my mind down.

      Just give me a cool breeze and I'll be fine.

      Rain to cool the dry air and cascading water to fill the dry wash.

      Lately, it seems, I want a lot of things,

      but it would be nice to see everything green, including, this traffic light,

      I mean.

      Soaked

      A bobcat rests under the shade of a mesquite.

      I, however, am in constant motion. I compete.

      Even the desert dogs take some time out

      to get an afternoon of sleep.

      In these hot days there is a lot of me whirling around.

      It would be better to wait for the cool monsoon

      to soak my impatient feet

      right into the caliche ground.

      There's No Place Like An Assisted Living Community

      Treat your nose.

      Curl and uncurl your toes.

      For there is a musical beat coming through your palms and your soleful feet.

      It's cold, it's hot,

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