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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)

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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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OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021


Outside my window
I'm afforded a slice of bone-white sky
a dirty-white reflection of nearing winter's light

It seems silent but for the persistent moaning meanings
whistling through the rising winds
interspersed with a cacophonous language
of insistent birds
the darker sentinels of the sky

They've stationed themselves
at their corners
their keen red eyes scanning
the yard-denizens below
the dogs the people
the pigeons
the squirrels scampering by

Not the darkness
nor harbingers of impending tragedy
these shadow-birds so plentiful
are harbingers of the bleaker season
the months near the end of the year
resonate and echo through their cries

Some might call the opportunists
even Eaters of the yolkish sun,
the plotting blighters roaming the
sols tic skies

I think them creatures claiming their due
each one of us claiming their spot
beneath the Great Spirit's watching eyes

I call them my friends
I mimic them and the love and loneliness
I listen for in their persistent cries

They make their best out of the worst
Each crow a member of a group...
Scavenging families knit together
with inborn ties

Each member matters
unlike their fractious human counterparts
who divide themselves
pulling and tearing at the tenderest tethers
of anything which might prove to bind

The crows
rare birds
are free
but whole
in their flight
by day hunting together
by night
returning to their shared roost
the same bows and beds
where they roost
each and every night.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11/14/2021 9:32AM PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED
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AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
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