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Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils



Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

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The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

The Off Brand

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

Broken Things Are Beautiful

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

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Tender Love New And Quick...

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Little Bundle I Call Joy

the wonder that always shall be...

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

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

Cat's Speach

Seize This Day, The One You're With

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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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