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Poetry Club w/Charles Luden


The Blood of a Dog Clots in the Snow

My friend you are weary almost gone

limping in the apocalyptic winter

from memory to imagination

of airstrikes in the desert of forgiveness

Each day we had was so real

your soft fur my petting hands

our walks and runs along the mighty Sioux River

in search of glee

It worked

Now I have tears as you give me

one last yelp

Charles Luden • 1-14-16• at Granite City

I love this poem, reminds me of my Sodapop

Poetry Club with Chuck Luden


My  Dominatrix  Died  (A)

A cold day here

There too

Tears warm my cheeks

No one to wear the black mesh

Closed closet door

Charles Luden


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My  Dominatrix  Died  (B)

A cold day

No one to wear black mesh

Tears warm my cheeks

Charles Luden


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My  Dominatrix  Died  (C)

Cold day


Empty black mesh


Charles Luden


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The above all written at Black Sheep Coffee.

Many possible variations await discovery.

Poetry Club w/Mr. Luden

Poem of Escape
When I call if the first word I say is Good-bye
it’s a sign I’m going on vacation to Mississippi
to watch waterfowl and tourists
stare at moving clouds
Charles Luden

Critically Acclaimed Poet @ Black Sheep Coffee tonight


Poet Chuck Luden sums up JazzFest


On the Edge of JazzFest

Hot wind
Hot pants
Hot microphone
Hot drums
Hot porta potty
Charles Luden • 7-17-15 • at Yankton Trail Park

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden


Ernie November in the early days (Photo: Charles Luden)

(On  Philosophers)  (On  Zealots)

I have a slight understanding of a few things
but don’t know much
Just put in earplugs when they preach
Charles Luden • 4-16-15 • at Granite City

Poetry Club with the Ludeness!

Sunbird LoungeLarry  The  Z’s  Mandolin

Still  Evokes  A  Memory

Saw BZ on bass at the Sunbird Lounge last night

Remember you on mandolin at the J&M years ago

So many nights between those events

Nations have born and died

But the power chord and

Slippery mojo workout remain

Charles Luden

                          March 3, 2000

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Note: Larry the Z is Larry Zierath

BZ is Butch Zierath

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The above poem is a sequel to one in my first book Virgin Death published in 1977.

The poem is:

Larry  The  Z’s  Mandolin  Evokes  A  Memory

Your mandolin rings my ears

Like an old Gypsy dancer, once.

She came up and pinched me

Since we spoke not so much.

I remember her nervous hand

Which she probably didn’t want.

Charles Luden

Chuck Luden’s poem about naming rights . . .

I don’t like selling naming rights for public places.

I don’t like changing street names or other place names.

I like strip joints and rock n roll in general.
For specifics call me.
                     Charles Luden • 2-20-15
Also, NPR had a great piece on the ‘Mars’ South Dakota Ads.

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden


A  Bang  Bang  Morning  Missive

I know you want to do the humpty dance, but can you?

If you ain’t strutting your stuff, what are you doing?

Last night did you go flyin’ without leaving the airport?

Now it’s morning and peaches are the breakfast fruit.

How did the rags get in the garbage without being used?

How did you polish that thing off standing alone by the window?

What did you mean when you said it’s not Christmas and it’s not cold?

Does that matter today if there’s no convertible waiting?

How old are you if you don’t remember the beast in the wagon?

Who are you?

Charles Luden • 3-14-15 • at Black Sheep