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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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Only Grief....


Grief is a constant Task Master
It requires both constant attention
and diversion,
though diversion from It
can not ever be completely successful
nor fully satisfy.

Grief is as determined
as a Blood Hound.
On rainy-damp days when all of
It's  signs should be washed away,
It comes back.
There's no getting cleaned Nor clear.

Grief is unavoidable.
It finds Its way back
to sniff you out.

Grief is no Gentleman nor Lady.
It doesn't enter into agreements
nor can you bargain  with It.
It doesn't offer you a handkerchief.
Nor does It believe in hugs.

Grief has your home number and
soon enough IT will claim you
as Its very own.

Grief is near and gaining ground.
It demands familiarity
whether or not you desire a relationship.

Grief has no manners.
It insists and perseveres.
It will not knock and often barges in.
Neither sleep, nor drink nor drugs
will appease It.

There's only one solution
You must face It down.
Ask what It wants.
Comply.

Only when you've come to terms
will Grief nod
smile
and move on.


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LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 4:27pm PST OCTOBER 4, 2021
TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
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