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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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UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)


"THERE IS NO BETTER ADVICE THAN THE ADVICE
TIME GIVES YOU." IVETH MOTIEL...COPYRIGHT 2010
WRITE AROUND PORTLAND
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see the girl, not-the-girl
wearing the red harem pants
and her slender waist bending

notice her tentatively smiling
sharing her thoughts as she moves her small hands
waving them about expressively

notice her curly bottle- blonde fragility
her hip bones lean flung forward proudly
her laughter as it cascades up and down the scale

if you could speak to her
how would you advise her
don't stay. leave while you still can.
you need to study tomorrow. the stars can wait for another night.

see how time
is now a narrow opening in a needle
how the mind too readily slips through that hole
back and forth indecisive

its not so important to be noticed
or listened to
wait on love and the possibility of touch
there's no expiration date

yet there's games
stratagems you mother/father never taught you
and threads move in the direction of the eye of the needle

and how
30 some years later
you/I still unthread that needle
thinking its a way to unravel the stitches
which are still left inside of me
holding me together
so the secret inside of me
won't fall out
nor cave inward.



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AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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