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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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One Which Brings Me Unending Release


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A trend:

People are admitting
who they are
publicly to
others.

Admitting to other
people who are not
necessarily safe.
Its become a brave new world.
With nets, no
guarantees.

But I travel on
a breeze
of mindfulness.
Hello, this is who
I am.

Choose to accept me
if you desire,
if you can.
It won't matter so much
whether you like me
or not...
I'm freed.  

I like the person
that I am and
the one that I'm
not.

Observe:
there is no chip on
my shoulder.
I ground it into sawdust
long ago.
I had no more use for it.

Let people think
what they do.
Let their thoughts meander
beyond my control.
It is for them to wanderor to wonder
perhaps, even to judge.

I have my path,
I do my best
to avoid the mud.

I am freed
from the burden of
their derision.
It was my
wisest
and my best decision.

One which brings me
un-ending release.

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