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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Miss Tilt-a-World@



Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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What Does Become Of Us



oh, try to pin Time down
and It will run from you
screaming giddily like a lunatic

good luck with It

you can't fill up a life with experiences
to slow Its plunging progress

you can't sew up the unraveling seams
of your past
they'll  continue to straggle behind you,
puzzle you

even
I can't freeze It

keep those dear closer with their hearts alive, beating
prevent the frantic alterations Time engineers
hold fast the sweeter moments of sunlight, youth,
even the queerer tricks of memories

I see It lumbering backward/forward
wearing Its Jester's garb

could it be am I the real fool as I age
becoming rueful, sentimental, filled with regrets
perhaps
even
rage

Time is never through with me
and yet, always taunting:
"Try, catch Me! " as It cackles with glee

while my heart-shaped net captures only air
a silent hollow place where
Time dissolves into Its echoes and shadows

Time, Time, Time
what does become of us

bewildered I seek inward, upward
and will not find
It

I don't know what It is
that I am supposed to know
and understand

tell me there is more
to It
than nothing.




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