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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

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

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022


Have you ever boiled or
burned in water...

and then felt
like you had drowned
within its flames?

did you once believe
until you were congealed down to
a thought
and afterwards were
never quite the same?

did you wish for a fortnight
in the middle of one day?

did you dream up an entire world
and then wish it would stay?

if words were your friends,
would you be able to shake their hands?
would they keep you in good company
and never ever demand..
that you MUST behave...
being yours until the grave.

would choose your words
carefully or
in any which way
and be angry, sad, lonely, or simply be
ecstatically glad...
would they be super,
like glue
and always stay?

what fine good words
could be friends?
would they number as
many as are listed in the dictionary?

then there's those
which are daily invented
or "memed?"
would you, could you,
finally then,
be in your best(est) company?

words within your mind's reach,
day or night...
found in any landscape or
imaginary cubby hole

you might cuddle up,
buttercup
and never-again
be lonely or alone.

4:15 4/19/2022

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM FINISHED 4/23/2022 11:25am PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
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