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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

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

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

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

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

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

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

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

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

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

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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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.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1:49PM PST 2/19/2022
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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