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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?

Tender Love New And Quick...

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

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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The Nature Of Water


the rain's coming
its always been here and there
part of the universe

its been called
welcome unwelcome perverse

the cleansing and washing of sins and the curse
the water that feeds and destroys and the worse

it reminds me of the traveling of all things
and how we all are each
unstoppable

time is no measuring but a river of passing
where's the room
the movement
the moment
the whore
who'd decide to stop and linger

there are stays even unloosening
yet no holds to hold onto
where fingers and hand might dock and moor

my hands are not so deft and strong and able
to capture and cradle
the water I'm thirsting for...

its best not to forget but to forgive
the tears like the water the river
the impermanence the ocean and sea of it all

there are word beneath the water
and tears talk like mouths
listen like rain yearning
who suffers and suffers all fools
and the misunderstanding of foolishness
that comes with the call

there are no singular meanings
of words and their leanings
but truth and love live there within

the baby crowns his mother's womb
arriving though he's leaving much too soon
the electric currency that drives a raging heart
unseen or not noticed still moves though it appears
receding

the bliss which lives in your looks
exit the cochlean canal of my ear
and my small hands reach for it as
exits stage-left and stage rear

longing is like the rain
forever nearing
forever receding
uncontrollable untamed wild

to be within your shadow
to know your shade
to feel your sun
to drown in your rain
and then to somehow seep silently
within
and ride its course
again and again
to find if there's a journey
in the water of your heart
i've brought my oar
i've come to set my paddle down
won't you
can you
will you ask me to
stopping fording my canoe
and let me in

 (from a dream and from my many-rivered thoughts)

I may have mixed a metaphor or to...this is a work in progress
but I like how its begun...and that its start-again

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