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When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

That Once Respite Cave

We Are The Generators

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters



Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

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

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

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)

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

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

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

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i get that i might not be enough for you
not enough to hedge the bets
nor to cover all the niceties, the bases


or is it that i'm too much
too real
too available
not one you had to chase
but too easy
and right through the front door

you don't need to feel grateful
that i sent my eyes in your direction
you don't have to pay the bill
to pay the doctor to mend my broken heart

all i ask
if i requre anyone
anything is you simply
be here
and not be anything
nor anyone but who you are

for some simple cannot be simple
for some simple is FUBAR
what am i supposed to think is sitting there
in the middle
in between is not a place
i'd care to linger
i'd prefer to be in the thick of you
right inside your cookie jar

we can want
i can want
it doesn't make it so
wishes can't catch fishes
desires can't lead to more
and make it possible
if there's no two wanting to make it be

could i move mohammed to his mountain
could i stop the jonah vision
you have of me

sometimes we have to risk it
sometimes it takes the broken ones
who have the most to give and live

sometimes the broken ones
are the strongest of them all
especially when i've asked
and know its possible
but won't be delivered.

the broken ones
like me
are not broken
I've learned I had all the pieces
to my puzzle
inside of me
I didn't need fixing
my only flaw and fault
was i saw a star and dared to reach for it
and chance the fall.

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and also for this brave Poet Melissa A. Howells
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