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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 Will Return


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where've I been?
--some place
not so new,
distant,
but endlessly old,
changing, yet changeless...

that's where I've been
I long to return there...
as those ancient amphibians did
long ago
those eventually evolved into
what I am today--
an animal who thinks

or,
perhaps,
I might be a starfish
gazing up into my brilliant night sky
wondering when I would belong there
or
I might be one of the white grains
of softened sand
trampled along the shore
or
I might be a shell
no longer occupied
noticing how I've been emptied
or
I might be the ocean swells
claiming all that crosses my path
greedily
and finding myself wantinng of more
and more

I would live here
in my heart
I would divine what is in my soul
to return again and often
and even do so as I sleep in my dreams
my will so strong it would
grant all my wishes for this
permanently opened door.
 
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I have been to the ocean and have found it difficult
to return to the life of land-lovers
--the city is a place to get by in
not a place in which to thrive.
The ocean is a living place. A breathing space.
Fresh and ever-changing and alive. I will make it
my mission to return as often as I/we are able.


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