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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)

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)

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)

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

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

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

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22


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Granddad
is what he preferred
old school
held 5 jobs at one time
to keep his family fed
and a lifetime of love
with  just one woman

spoke about himself
in the third person
saying
your Granddad thinks you
outta take better care of yourself
Meliss
and your Granddad will help you out
because your Granddad can

that was the winter
my own Father left
and I moved in
paid his bills because I
thought he was coming back
when he had no intention of doing so

all my food money
and budget for essentials
gone

lunches of popcorn
and 2-can Campells' suppers
sopped up with one-half dozen
day-old rolls
stale and un-buttered

expired apples and bananas
and oranges when
I could get them
and
forged breakfast special pancakes
and dinette coffee
which I can't and still will not
talk about

then luckily for me
found:
one well-preserved fruitcake
in its secure aluminum foil envelope
made by Auntie Johanna
whom I loved so well
St Fruitcake
the savior of my last Spring quarter's
studying and eventual A-grades

Granddad who then
sent one hundred dollars in cash
inside a second envelope
( for safe-sending)

and who clucked paternally
on the other end of the line
in Pueblo Colorado 2 story house
with its wrap-around porch
and the fruits and vegetables
in the Victory garden listening in

Granddad John James of the blue-blue eyes
the same hue as me
those blue-blue eyes
because his beloved Grandma Alta
is no longer here
and I'm the incarnation
of his childhood bride

Granddad John James
now my Father
more a Father
than my own.
 


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