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Down Together by Roger Clyne and Refreshments Peacemakers poem lyrics | AZpoetry.com

Down Together by Roger Clyne

“Down Together” by Roger Clyne

We could write our names here in the mud
No one’s around to see them
We could hang our shoes right here in a tree
No one’s around to steal them

I could give you a star
You could give me one too
That way we’d be even
And I could sing this song way out of tune

And not care a bit about it
We could both wear cowboy hats
And pretend to speak Italian
Well I could eat some gum

And make my breath so minty fresh
To kiss you
Your breath will smell like wine
I like that a lot

Especially when I kiss you
And I could hit my funny bone really hard
And you could call me sweetheart

And who ever said there’s nothing new under the sun
Never thought much about individuals
But he’s dead anyways

So lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together
Lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together

We could all wear ripped up clothes
And pretend that we’re Dead Hot Workshop
I could drive long long way
And not even have the gas to make it
We could chase our shadows around
Till we’re both exhausted
I could forget the words just one more time
And hope that none of you notices

And who ever said there’s nothing new under the sun
Never thought much about me

What’s good for you is good for me
And what’s bad for you is bad for me
What’s good for you is good for me
And what’s bad for you is bad for me

Cars break and people break down and other things break down too
So lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together
Lets go down together
Down together
Down together
Together

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About the poet Roger Clyne

“Down Together” by Roger Clyne is a wry, reflective meditation on the beauty of life’s fleeting moments and the inevitability of its breakdowns. In the poem, Clyne opens with images of writing names in the mud and hanging shoes in a tree—simple acts that speak to our desire to leave a mark in a world where our impressions are often transient. His playful exchange of stars—”I could give you a star / You could give me one too”—serves as a metaphor for the balance of giving and receiving love, even when perfection is elusive.

One of the poem’s most memorable moments is when Clyne imagines, “We could both wear cowboy hats / And pretend to speak Italian.” Far from a mere quirky image, this line cleverly nods to the iconic Spaghetti Westerns—films made in Italy that reimagine the rugged mythos of the American West, a land Clyne knows well as an Arizona native. By invoking these cinematic references, he humorously underscores the paradoxes of identity and cultural expectation, merging the traditional with the irreverent.

As the poem unfolds, Clyne’s observations on everyday decay—“Cars break and people break down and other things break down too”—remind us that impermanence is an inherent part of life. Yet, amidst the disarray, there is a shared sense of resilience and togetherness, encapsulated in the repeated call to “go down together.” This refrain challenges us to embrace the imperfections of life and find solace in unity, even when all seems lost.

To dive deeper into the lyrical genius and creative journey of Roger Clyne, visit his full bio page on HERE.

A Human Heart poem by Austin Davis | AZpoetry.com

A Human Heart by Austin Davis

“A Human Heart” by Austin Davis

I’m missing you,
so obviously, this cloud
looks like a heart.

Not the corporate, greeting
card, capitalist kind of heart,
all cartoonish and fake,

or the smooth shape
two swans’ necks make
when they’re about
to get it on
to some lofi jazz shit,

but a real heart.

This is the kind of heart
I’ve drawn at the bottom
of every love poem
I’ve ever written you.

This is a human heart,
gross and squishy –
as raw and intimate

as standing naked in the daylight
in front of your soulmate
for the first time.

This is the kind of heart
that makes sure
your hand pulls out a dollar

every time a homeless woman
tells a shopping cart
about her childhood.

This is the only sad, beautiful
little thing no poet could ever
find a way to capture
with a pen or a cigarette,

the soft, juicy peach
floating through our night’s
quiet chest, far too in love

with the way its sun
will always love the color purple
at 5 in the afternoon

to take another beat
or shed another tear.

About the poet Austin Davis

“A Human Heart” by Austin Davis is a raw, evocative meditation on the authenticity of emotion and the vulnerability of love. In the poem, Davis contrasts the clichéd, superficial representations of the heart with a depiction of a “real” human heart—messy, imperfect, and deeply intimate. He uses vivid imagery and unconventional metaphors—from clouds shaped like hearts to the tactile, almost grotesque nature of genuine emotion—to underscore that true love and humanity cannot be neatly packaged or commodified. Instead, they are embodied in every deeply personal and flawed moment, whether it’s the act of drawing a heart in a love poem or the bittersweet experience of witnessing another’s struggles. The poem challenges us to appreciate the beauty in raw, unfiltered emotion, inviting us to embrace our authentic selves, imperfections and all.

Discover more about Austin Davis, his unique poetic vision, and his contributions to Arizona’s vibrant literary scene by visiting his full bio HERE.

History of the Cosmos by Lauren Deja | AZpoetry.com

“History of the Cosmos” by Lauren Deja

When you turned your head, my heart tapped my head.
It said.
RUN.
I don’t know where this one is from.
He’s gonna render you dumb.
Your lungs will become numb.
Paralyzed in his eyes.
His words are like diamonds,
Sending rays of light.
Enlightened.
Silence.
Indicted my heart to the island of your enticement.
RUN.
Then my feet unable to leave said,
He’s perfect.
The man of my dreams.
To which my head said,
Give me a minute.
Disbelief.
You.
My love motif.
And I shot through the atmosphere like a angel propelled by light.
Leaving wings behind I soared and the universe began to demonstrate.
Stars took shapes, taking breaths, in an attempt to explicate.
You.
The how of loving you is a mystery.
The depth of loving you is seen only in the eyes of furthest reaching nebular sea.
The possibility is life defying.
You.
Are mystifying.
I’m left with my heart hanging on stars.
Time travelling through the universe, looking for reservoirs.
Mementos of the memories we never made.
Petrified.
Afraid.
I’ll love you from here.
Because I may lose you out there.
From here, our love is pristine.
Caught up in the unforeseen quarantine of the in between.
In between.
You.
And me.
Then my heart tapped my head
And said,
Approach with caution.
To which my head responded.
Love like a Jedi.
Love from the other side of the veil.
Love from the cosmos will not fail.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Under your spell.
Impaled.
Hopeless expanse.
Derailed.
Then you turned your head.
And the universe began to concentrate.
Compiling every memory into the space between you and me.
Compacting every molecule in existence between you and me.
And now, I know how
love and black holes grow.

About the poet Lauren Deja

Lauren Deja is a dynamic artist and holistic healer, blending her talents as a poet, musician, actor, and certified breathwork practitioner. Her work spans the realms of performance and wellness, guiding others toward self-discovery and inner peace. To learn more about her journey, explore her full bio HERE.

tombstones make macabre lawn ornaments poetry by Bill Campana | AZpoetry.com

“tombstones make macabre lawn ornaments, coffins are the worst kind of patio furniture” by Bill Campana

“tombstones make macabre lawn ornaments, coffins are the worst kind of patio furniture”

i saw my parents’ grave marker
twice…at saint ann’s on oak street.

once at my mother’s funeral,
and again at my father’s.

memory assures me
that they once lived.

their names etched in stone
remind me that they are gone.

i can’t imagine being there
when i’m not miserable.

About the poet Bill Campana

Bill Campana’s poem “tombstones make macabre lawn ornaments, coffins are the worst kind of patio furniture” is a raw and contemplative meditation on loss and the weight of memory. In just a few stark lines, Campana recounts the haunting experience of encountering his parents’ grave markers. The poem underscores how memory keeps alive the reality of their existence, even as their names etched in stone serve as a constant reminder of their absence. Ultimately, the poet reveals a poignant truth: his capacity to feel whole and content is intricately tied to the depths of his grief.

Discover more about Bill Campana’s journey as a poet and performer on his full bio page HERE.

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Love Bacall by Lauren Perry poetry | AZpoetry.com

“Love, Bacall” by Lauren Perry

Love Bacall by Lauren Perry

It had to be you that threw me the matches Bogie,

Each musky growl of my voice,
You couldn’t resist answering my question with a flick of your wrist and a smirk in your eye,
Confidence with a 5 o’clock shadow,
You were the smoke of my cigarette,
How we swirled around each other in celluloid films,
Bringing together big screen royalty Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart!
Our movies would go on to make our love famous long after we were bones in boxes or stars on a sidewalk,
They always called me the smart guy’s gal and I was the perfect exclamation point at the beginning of each of your sentences,
It didn’t matter that I was 19 and you were 45,
I liked your sense of experience and even though I would be your forth wife,
You always said I was the true love of your life, Bogie
Have we not talked lately because I feel like when I run my lines?
You’re pushing me to be better,
Don’t let the wrinkles fool myself because getting old is just another script we have to write ourselves into,
I’ve had to come so far without you by my side,
Two little children to raise and a chin up the Hollywood Mountain,
I could see it shinning from New York City where the theater curtain replaced the silver screen,
Our stay at the hotel Key Largo feels like ages ago,
The last time we’d read a script together and laugh at how seriously we both took our rolls,
Before cancer would take your voice and you had to breathe through tubes,
Your voice once the velvet purr of a bass string now rough coughs,
Defeater by cigarettes at two packs a day,
For 12 years you where my perfect leading man and I would always be your leading lady,
No one could ever replace you for long,
I’ve got the divorce papers to prove it,

Sometimes I sit down to watch un-edited scenes of our conversations together,
Didn’t matter if you were gunning down gangsters or I was steaming the screen up,
Pressed against you with all the force of camera reel clicking behind steel,
The silk of my blouse rising and falling in the tide of “lets never let this moment go”,
But I had to let you go Bogie,
You were dying on the inside!
Getting ready for The Big Sleep in a bigger way, baby
That was the close up that all the world was never ready for you name to headline,

Humphrey Bogart Dies at 57 January 14, 1957!

Did you predict that year on purpose?

Joking your teeth and hair would fall out before your contract with Warner Brothers expired,
Laughing at your immobility when your body weighed all of 80 pounds,
You died with movie stars by your side,
Taken from us far too soon and far too irreplaceable,
So reached in your pocket for the gold whistle you gave me all those years ago,

When we did our first movie together and fell in love, because
“If you want anything, just whistle.”

About the poet Lauren Perry

“Love Bacall” by Lauren Perry is a playful yet poignant exploration of love, aging, and the enduring allure of Hollywood icons. In the poem, Perry draws parallels between her own unconventional romance and the legendary on-screen chemistry of Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart. With vivid imagery and witty wordplay, she reflects on the bittersweet passage of time—acknowledging both the joy and melancholy that come with growing older and the inevitability of change. Her verse deftly blends humor with raw emotion, capturing a love that is as much about memory and identity as it is about passion and defiance.

Discover more about Lauren Perry’s journey as a poet, writer, and performer on her full bio page at AZpoetry.com.

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Stand Your Concession Poem by Shawnte Orion | AZpoetry.com

‘Stand Your Concession’ by Shawnte Orion

Stand Your Concession

Please remember to switch
all handguns to silent

before shooting
impolite moviegoers

for texting
during the film

About the poet Shawnte Orion

Shawnte Orion’s poem offers a sharp, satirical glimpse into modern social irritations with his signature wit and dark humor. Known for blending pop culture and personal observations, Orion’s poetry often takes unexpected turns that leave readers both laughing and reflecting.

To learn more about Shawnte Orion’s unique style and his contributions to Arizona’s literary scene, visit his bio page on AZpoetry.com.

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Chircahuas Sold A Barrel at the Gates by Logan Phillips | AZpoetry.com

“Chircahuas Sold A Barrel at the Gates” by Logan Phillips

Chircahuas Sold A Barrel at the Gates

Presidio of Tucson, May 1856

Late sun; sweat
pulled from the pores
by the giant sweat-eating sky.
Slowly drying up
there, spirits and steel.

Under suicide glide of sun, fifty nearly dead
drunk on periphery of presidio. Whiskey
in wounded wood, barrel from back
where whiskey is born, brought on
wagon train to the edge, to the adobe
fortress under changing flags.
Dark liquor & dark lips.

Leather is a type of skin.
Barrel tastes like gunmetal,
like the fingers near the lips.

Sun-hot, glass made with lead,
oil dancing on the outskirts of water

Whiskey, well-sat in sun, burning
the gut, held in its skeleton racks;
the barrel bound in its metal straps.

Camped there along the Santa Cruz,
the Chiricahuas are sold a barrel, sold

a slow powder keg,
a weapon to dull the stories.

Alcohol—a way of negotiating,
sign language of fist and grimace.

Alcohol held in the gut
as the horizon grows dim.

About the poet Logan Phillips

Logan Phillips’ poem “Chiricahuas Sold A Barrel at the Gates” vividly portrays a haunting historical moment on the harsh, sun-scorched frontier. Through rich, sensory imagery, Phillips captures the intersection of cultures, where whiskey becomes both a weapon and a bitter form of negotiation. The poem reflects on themes of colonialism, exploitation, and the human cost of survival under unrelenting desert skies.

To explore more about Logan Phillips, his bilingual work, and his contributions to poetry and performance art, visit his bio page on AZpoetry.com.

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December Morning In The Desert by Alberto Rios

The morning is clouded and the birds are hunched,
More cold than hungry, more numb than loud,

This crisp, Arizona shore, where desert meets
The coming edge of the winter world.

It is a cold news in stark announcement,
The myriad stars making bright the black,

As if the sky itself had been snowed upon.
But the stars—all those stars,

Where does the sure noise of their hard work go?
These plugs sparking the motor of an otherwise quiet sky,

Their flickering work everywhere in a white vastness:
We should hear the stars as a great roar

Gathered from the moving of their billion parts, this great
Hot rod skid of the Milky Way across the asphalt night,

The assembled, moving glints and far-floating embers
Risen from the hearth-fires of so many other worlds.

Where does the noise of it all go
If not into the ears, then hearts of the birds all around us,

Their hearts beating so fast and their equally fast
Wings and high songs,

And the bees, too, with their lumbering hum,
And the wasps and moths, the bats, the dragonflies—

None of them sure if any of this is going to work,
This universe—we humans oblivious,

Drinking coffee, not quite awake, calm and moving
Into the slippers of our Monday mornings,

Shivering because, we think,
It’s a little cold out there.

About the poet Alberto Rios

In this evocative poem, Alberto Ríos captures the serene intersection of humanity and nature on a cold Arizona morning. The imagery of a crisp desert landscape juxtaposed with the celestial movements of stars and the industrious hum of birds and insects serves as a meditation on the quiet persistence of life. Ríos subtly reflects on the human tendency to overlook the vast, intricate workings of the universe as we carry on with mundane routines.

To learn more about Alberto Ríos, Arizona’s first Poet Laureate and a master of blending everyday moments with universal reflections, visit his bio page here and delve into the life and work of this celebrated poet.

Tyin a knot in the Devils Tail cowboy poet Gail Gardner | AZpoetry.com

“Tyin’ Knots in the Devils Tail” by Gail Gardner

Away up high in the Sierry Petes where the yeller Jack Pine grows tall
Ol’ Sandy Bob and Buster Jig had a rodeer camp last fall.

Oh, They’d taken their hosses and their runnin’ irons an’ maybe a dog or two
And ‘lowed they’d brand any long eared calves that come within their view.

And any old dogie that flapped long ears, An’ didn’t bush up by day,
Had his long ears whittled an’ his ol’ hide scorched in a most artistic way.

Now, one fine day ol’ Sandy Bob he throwed his seago down
“I’m sick of the smell of burnin’ hair and I low’s I’m a-goin’ to town.”

So they saddles up an’ hits ‘em a lope, ‘fer it weren’t no sight of a ride
And them was the days when a Buckeroo could ‘ile up his insides.

They starts her in at the Kaintucky Bar at the head of Whiskey Row
An’ they winds up down at the Depot House, some forty drinks below.

They then sets up and turns around and goes ‘er the other way
An’ to tell you the Gawd-forsaken truth, them boys got stewed that day!

As they was a-ridin’ back to camp a-packin’ a purty good load
Who should they meet but the Devil hisself just a prancing’ down the road!

Sez he, “You ornery cowboy skunks, you better hunt ‘yer holes!
Fer’ I’ve come up from Hell’s rim rock just to gather in your souls.”

Sez Sandy Bob, “Ol’ Devil be damned . . . we boys is kinda’ tight,
But you ain’t a-gonna’ gather no cowboy souls, without some kind o’ fight!”

So, Sandy Bob punched a hole in his rope, and he swang ‘er straight and true,
An he lapped it onto the Devil’s horns, an’ he taken his dallies too.

Now Buster Jig was a riata man, with his gut-line coiled up neat,
So he shaken her out an’ built him a loop, and he lassed the Devil’s hind feet.

They stretched him out and they tailed him down while the irons was a-gettin’ hot,
They cropped and swaller-forked his yeres, then they branded him up . . . a lot!

They pruned his horns with a de-hornin’ saw an’ they knotted his tail fer a joke,
Then they rid off and left him there, necket to a Black-Jack oak.

Well, if you’re ever up high in the Sierry Petes an’ you hear one Hell of a wail,
You’ll know it’s that Devil a-bellerin’ around about them knots in his tail.

About the Poet Gail Gardner

Gail Gardner’s “Sierry Petes” is a rollicking tale of cowboy antics and mischief, featuring two rowdy buckaroos who manage to outwit the Devil himself in classic Western style. Filled with humor, vivid imagery, and rugged charm, the poem showcases Gardner’s talent for capturing the wild and adventurous spirit of the Old West.

To learn more about Gail Gardner’s life, his impact on cowboy poetry, and his enduring legacy in Arizona’s literary tradition, visit his full biography HERE.

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“Recipe For Greatness” by Zane Grey

To bear up under loss;
To fight the bitterness of defeat
and the weakness of grief;
To be victor over anger;
To smile when tears are close;
To resist disease and evil
men and base instincts;
To hate hate and to love love;
To go on when it would seem good to die;
To look up with unquenchable faith
in something ever more about to be.
That is what any man can do,
and be great.

About the Poet Zane Grey

Zane Grey’s Recipe for Greatness is a stirring reflection on resilience, love, and unyielding faith in the face of life’s most challenging trials. With profound simplicity, Grey outlines the qualities that define true greatness—overcoming loss, embracing love, resisting hatred, and persevering when giving up feels easier. His words inspire readers to strive for a higher ideal, even in the darkest moments, reminding us of the strength that lies within.

Discover more about Zane Grey’s life, his influence on Western literature, and his connection to Arizona HERE. Click to learn about the legendary storyteller who infused his works with the spirit of the American West!

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