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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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They Grew  (A Poem From The Imaginarium)


the house sat on a hill
as if it would slide down
at any time
below in the valley
was a meadow
in that meadow
were graves
who was buried there
no one knew
but there was lots of speculation

every spring the flowers
in the meadow grew
in great profusion
and represented nearly all
the colors of the rainbow
they grew tall
and filled miles
as the dead slept below

everyone had forgotten
what lay below
when they built the houses
with no foundations
it rained so hard here
there could be basements
and so where the meadows once flourished
the new neighborhoods
began to grow

noboday knew
they were so busy with living
that they'd forgotten
the graves waited below
like the misbegotten
until the noise above
got to be too much
that it disturbed their peace
and caused their release
from the ground below

they begain to show
in places that we people
bought things
in bars
in stores
and in places where people slept
they'd wake in the night
swearing they heard voices
that wept
and voices that groaned
and the voices grew
and the voices asked the living to atone

until one night
a tipped over candle did its work
and the wooden houses danced in the flames
that the rain couldn't put out
and the flames grew hotter
and the flames engulfed
and all the spirits stirred

when the fire was over
and the ashes were sifted
and the rubble was gone through
the graves below
were discovered
then the people knew
and decided to move on
and to resettle somewhere new

and then the meadow began to heal itself
and then the wildflower seeds sprouted
and then they grew
and the spirits sighed
and the lonely winds blew
and it was quiet once more
and peace reigned
and the dead rejoiced
sanctuary restored

don't build upon
where you're not planted
permission eventually gets
recanted
the cacophony of the depths
the earth is un-silent
always reclaiming what's theirs
a-men, a-men.

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