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The Future I'm Caught Up In...5/11/2021

There Might Be A God In His Heaven---If He'd Bring You Back from Your Hell..

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

I Long For Stars

Wild and Unraveling



Love A Cat

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

Max on the max

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

Ramada

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

All Beings Considered

A Man Called Tsuris

Great Spirit

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

A Long Long Time Ago

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Broken Things Are Beautiful

It No Longer Surprises Me...

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

MOLECULES

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

After Wide Sargasso Sea

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

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The Legacy List


feel the good
it doesn't last
so you must savor it

like a piece of raspberry shortcake
with someone who's never tasted
raspberries

or a perfect night
listening to music on the front porch
when Stairway To Heaven
was number one

or when you heard a meow
and your heart leapt into your throat
and your cradled the smallest lost kitten

or when your eyes shyly met
green eyes that were filled with moonlight
and you felt stars
sliding down your spine
then out your fingertips

or when you felt that far off deep blue stare
and knew your Father was reading the whole book
of your heart for the last time

or as you found her on the gurney
the echoes of her laughter still in your head
as the freckles faded on her face

this is your life
all the moment's you've held onto
and shoulders you've embraced

even the ones who didn't stay
made paintings of your thoughts
their colors fading but still
remain  within the gallery of remembrance

the times you were certain you couldn't do
or move another step
and yet you gathered yourself up
into a stubborn fist

you've added so much to your list
haven't you
nice pictures to take with you
so you'll have company

more than enough for you to remember
and to be remembered.


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LEGAL COPYRIGHT  FOR THIS POEM 9:45 pm 3/9/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
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AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
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