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Following is an unordered, partial collection of George McClure (Stephen George Miller) published and unpublished; recorded and unrecorded; poesy works.

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Crucifiqueme
[c. ag 13-14, 2004 words & music George McClure; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI]
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El tiempo es largo
entonces y entonces
el tiempo roba su vida
el tiempo roba la vida.

Soy septiembre;
privado privado
pero es repleto mi corazón
pero es repleto mi corazón.

He vivido
una buena, una buena vida
y no he lastimado a nadie sino mismo
y no he lastimado a nadie sino mismo.

Mi vida es
mi sangre como la guitarrita
volverá nada pero a polvo
volverá nada pero a polvo.

©2004 george mcclure and McClure & Trowbridge Publishing. All rights reserved.


Mis Pensamientos
c.1999 words & music George McClure

"Si quieres la verdad
he amado muchas mujeres,
pero solo tu, solo tu
permanece en mis pensamientos

Quando los cielos, se vuelven frio y gris
y las palomas esconden sus cabezas
y las noches son largas y frias
y la lluvisna goteya, de los arboles

Springtime, Sonora, in Old Mexico
lemon yellow is the color of the sunlight and sunlight is gold
the creosote bush growin, the cactus is swollen
with the bountiful rains and the snow from the mountains above

I ride out far, in the desert we go
climbing the trails through the brush and the arroyos
steadily higher, but soon we grow tired
I turn my eyes o'er the valleys and vista below

[CORO - Canción]
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
en las montanas Tucsones de la sur de Arizona

Fourty and sixty and... eighty and more
miles I see deep in the Territory of Old Mexico
the buzzard is glidin, and I see beside him
the canyons and washes, los arroyos, las lomas of home

[CORO - Canción]
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
en las montanas Tucsones de la sur de Arizona

[CORO - Canción]
Le amo carinosamente
prometio de encontrarme
en la vereda de San Jacinto
"Mucho carino, mi corazón"

Si quieres, la verdad
he amado muchas mujeres
pero solo tu, solo tu
permanece en mis pensamientos."

[c.1999 George McClure, McClure & Trowbridge Publishing]


SPECTOR'S DIRTY DEED
c. 09 f 2003 George McClure

Caliopes seek the pain
carousels float aflame
the rats are in the fridge
the rats are in the fridge
the rats are in the fridge
and the lightning led the train

The lightning fed the pain
exploding out his brain
under panting frown
under panting drown
under panting down
and the sparklers blew his brain

INTERLUDE I

She lay her down beside him
opening her side
touched her heart and liver
stenched her breath and vomit

INTERLUDE II

The slaying of the lambs
in the quiet of stillness mourning
stencilling the eyebrows
in burgundy perfume

INTERLUDE III

Wondering trods the trenches
dressed in red
wanting to join the living
wishing she were dead

Caliopes seek the pain
carousels float aflame
the rats are in the fridge
the rats are in the fridge
the rats are in the fridge
and the sparklers blew his brain

All rights reserved. c. 2003 George McClure


"grey-green skies"

[c. S.George Miller; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI]
[All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use is prohibited and punishable under applicable laws.]

grey-green skies and honey dives
bungalo spreads and spider webs
neon sights, fascist bites
traffic fights and warm warm nights.

Peruvian devils, sunfish speckles,
iridescent poppies and lollipop mommies,
Sad leap tides, silken sun shines,
crocagators wallow in wild marshmallow.

Yellow-painted monks and spiritual healers
dancing to the Sugarfoot Reelers
Saving grace with plasticoid lace
diesel trains without no pain.

Sad leap tides and Friday's sky
Ham sandwiches with mustard and rye
Yellow bluebonnets and a-rhythmic sonnets
Sing are a favorite of my fewest things.

Printed Source: The Ever-Flowing Stream, National Library of Poetry; Owings Mills MD (1998)
[c.1996 p.1998 All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use is prohibited and punishable under applicable laws.]


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fr. Planet Arkadelphia [v.1 n.2]

Through the crimson deserts of time,
and life's half blink dawn bursting
diamonds in the sky,
the raindrops are Heaven's tears
dripping over us all
like a warm blanket for the soul
washing us clean from every Sin.

[©10/08/1998 S.G. Miller]


(trauma,)
fr. Outstanding Poets of 1998; Ntnl. Library of Poetry
[c. S. George Miller; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI]

stars dripping light from their eyes in heaven,
cosmos blanket my soul.
timeless as the vast salt sea
. . slithery stingy living things from night
wake me again and break me in flight.

stars blanket my light-dripping soul
as I fall with the weeds of time
time's life juice oozes away
and I hear you call my name.
"My void," say I, "do you fairly?"
(Almost fell into the round hole squarely.)

Printed Source: Outstanding Poets of 1998, National Library of Poetry; Owings Mills MD
©1992, 1998 All rights reserved.



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