r. nuñez

Joined March 2018

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I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

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The Thing From Beneath the Rock
‘Twas rare that ordinary folk had e’er beheld the make Of such a one that dwelt below the boulder by the lake. ~ But there it bided in the dank, the dark, and smelly rot,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Committed
When one gets to the end of one's rope, and all one can do is let go, one might finally realize that there really is something that will break the fall.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Horror
Junk Yard Story
The little fellow was a flea. He said, “I’m looking for a spot, you see, To settle down and raise a fam, And take their pictures with a cam;
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Argámus Decision
The Way of the Polémixen Fifty thousand years had passed since the Polémixen had visited that particular planet, the one with the Hominoi. That was what the Polémixen had decided to call them; it was perhaps an adjective more than it was a designation.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Futurism
Tantibus
I’m being bothered by a dream That takes me to the edge of madness; It happens when I’m waking up, ‘Cause I’m waking up within the dream.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Distance
Once, I sat atop a mountain And looked across a vale, Followed turns along a river That weaved a windy trail. ~ Soon, I gazed upon an ocean
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Crosswords
The first is a damnable term, I regret; Before I remember, I have to forget. The second’s a meaning that calls for a word –
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Neighbor Children
The Village of Enchantment Wilson sat down and reclined on the chaise on his back porch, having raised the back just enough so that he could look over the back yard. He had just mowed it all with a non-power mower, and he felt good... a little spent but uplifted in spirit. He took a sip of his own homemade lemonade, reflected on his good fortune, and let his heart fill with gratitude.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Horror
Verses of a Blue Note
The following verses are song/poems from what might be described as a blue period in my life. They were originally songs, roughly written and arranged in bluesy melodies. Those melancholy times were the story of a country boy from the south adjusting to the culture shock of a big northern city in the winter... under the influence, homeless, and looking for intimacy. The "down" days of a person's life are not always necessarily about girls or women, but often are also about direction, orientation, and social interaction.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Mona
Mona was my wife... we met in 1969, the summer of love, lived as hippies, moneyless and homeless; she was the mother of my children... she is gone now.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Unfinished Song
Today a Storm You could see a storm today, Riding on the winds of change, Turning light-blue skies to gray, And descending on the range.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Anisoptera
Spry and playful entity, Surreal to be with, Your glassine wings are surely The reality of myth. ~ You’ve lighted there, displaying
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets

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The Thing From Beneath the Rock

Committed

Junk Yard Story

The Argámus Decision

Tantibus

The Distance

Crosswords

The Neighbor Children

Verses of a Blue Note

Mona

The Unfinished Song

An Ode to Anisoptera

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