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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

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

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

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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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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