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Photo & Poetry Club with Charles Luden

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I always liked this sign. Originally it was located downtown on 10th Street where the city bus terminal is now.  It was the sign for a joint called Tiki Tap. When the building was razed the place moved to East 10th just west of 229 where it became a liquor store. The sign was moved with the business. That’s where I took this photo long ago. – C.L.

His  Wife  is  Shorter  than  his  Daughter

Sitting across

from the family dog

begging for biscuits

they smile and recite

algebraic formulas

of nature’s mysteries

as rain wets their hair

       Charles Luden • 6-30-16 at Granite City

Who Are The Comrades Drinking Rum In The Bushes?

Let me relive this moment tomorrow

Today is too soon to repeat anguish

over empty glasses

The group scatters suddenly

due to gooey mud in the hole

and bright lights to the east

A gift for you I have

a voice from the loudspeaker barks

Run!

We did

Now nothing

       Charles Luden • 9-15-16 at Granite City

   BARF  ANGEL

The night was long

too long for your stomach

to hold it all

After a kiss at 2 AM

behind the Top Hat

you heaved ho

in the parking lot

A message for the

opportunistic lover

       Charles Luden • 5-26-16 at Granite City

Poetry Reading

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Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

drinking

Who Are The Comrades Drinking Rum In The Bushes?

Let me relive this moment tomorrow

Today is too soon to repeat anguish

over empty glasses

The group scatters suddenly

due to gooey mud in the hole

and bright lights to the east

A gift for you I have

a voice from the loudspeaker barks

Run!

We did

Now nothing

       Charles Luden • 9-15-16 • at Granite City

Blot Collective! This Saturday

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Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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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

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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

1-28-16

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My  Dominatrix  Died  (C)

Cold day

Tears

Empty black mesh

Memories

Charles Luden

1-30-16

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The above all written at Black Sheep Coffee.

Many possible variations await discovery.

Poetry Club w/Mr. Luden

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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
3-12-15

Critically Acclaimed Poet @ Black Sheep Coffee tonight

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Poet Chuck Luden sums up JazzFest

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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

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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