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For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

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

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

What Is The Price For Your Touch

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

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

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Words Between Edward And Jane


do you think me handsome, Jane?

your forehead is fine
and I relish
the many thoughts which spring
from it, Sir

then come come tell me how
and what you really feel
dear Jane

I am plain speaking
and direct, Sir
I've no use for neither flowers
nor words which might resemble them

real flowers are rooted
and I prefer planted into the ground
and contented there so that they may live
the length of their full-lives-intended

I see, Jane...
so I am not a flower
and you are not the sun
nor rain which would fall upon me
and nourish me, then?

Sir, you go and think too far...
I said nothing of the kind...
perhaps you ought to examine my truth
in the words I do not say
instead of the words you infer that I've spoken?

stay with me then
Sweet Jane,
stay awhile
and listen to me rattle on
and hold me of high regard
and appreciate me for my own self
as I do you
for yours...

I can do that, Sir
it would be my pleasure

As it would be mine
Jane
and an effortless one
you're my enduring treasure...

(do you hear the loud beating of my heart
and how it beats faster when you are near?)
Oh, dearest dear Jane...

(Yes, Sir, Edward, my Mr. Rochester...
At last you are my own.)

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