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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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It Is The Rain


it is the rain within
that drowns me
it is the rain without
that stings my soul
it is the rain
I see within you that
breaks my heart
it is the rain filling up
their eyes
that makes it hard for me
to look away

it is the rain

in the winter
how it rains
continuously it seems
nearly every day
 
it is as if
the rain lives here
like it owns this place
how it feels like the rain has vowed
to never go away

it is the rain

driving me down
a steady drain into an UN-ending flow
it is not gentle
some days I feel it knows how
it is not kind

it is a pummeling of circumstance
how it tenderizes us into the ground
our very minds
how it bullies
to serve then to remind
how I must, we must all move on
straggle onto some
higher
ground

I see how the little worms
drown
in the rain.

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June 10, 2018/9:52 time/date stamped and legally copyrighted
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