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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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I Wish God Had Better Magic


I know some woman
lucky if she eats every day
she claims she likes things
that way
truth is
she doesn't
she's have anyone to care
and her mind is absent like
nobody's home
I fear
I'm beginning to know
its not ever going to get better
for her
its so hard to know this

I know a man
who once believed he had a family
but it was only a story he told himself
for one summer
he lived outside in his truck
we was stuck there with no air conditioning
and no radio
he read the same books over
and he ate when his sister fed him though...
he got so thin you could see his bones

in November after 17 days without eating
he trudged through an icy blizzard and
spent two weeks in a hospital bed
then booted him out afterwards to a shelter
where bugs shared the bed
and they staff burnt all the food
we invited him to stay with us
for a short while
he's settled into a small room
he can't remember today
he lives in yesterday
but doesn't have a tomorrow

he's anxious as a lost cat
living in a one room box
he's my brother
but not the one I remember
and grew up with any more
I fear
its not ever gonna get better
for him
like the curtains decided to close
and night decided to stay
all the time

I see a cat
every once in awhile
she belonged to someone once
had the choice of many kinds of food and
rarely ate the same kind twice

now her long furry is tangled
and she probably eats mice
she hisses when I come near
once she was more sweetness
now she is mostly bewildered and
full of anger and fear
she was a cat I took care of
she was the cat of a friend
a friend that left her behind
that friend might be dead
I fear
I wish I didn't know
about this sort of unkindness
nor be witness to abandonment
I wish I didn't feel so much

we leave a open tin of food occasionally
we're content to see it finished
it temporarily alters our mood
but that's not saying much

there are people
there are critters
that need looking after
that need tender loving care and tending to
yet these are the ones
who don't get what they need

but I wonder and I fret
and I fear
and I try to wish
that God had better magic
and He could fix things and people
that get broken
so I wouldn't have to care
and think
so much

some days I feel the brokenness too
do you think God ever feels
broken
too?

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time date stamped 8/4/2019 and also for this poet
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