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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

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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

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The Way Of The Crow

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The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

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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)

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

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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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Much Better Than This  ( A Conversation With The Universe)


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the love hotel where we had our trysts

went out of business

the restaurant we loved most

died the same death

the world at large

is falling out of existence

I free-fall with it

into my own slow, slow motion death

what happened to bliss?


I'm a fish out of her fish-bowl existence

unable to accept or breathe

the  recent pallor

or the new paradigm shift

I find I must grieve to believe in
this palaver


why do people say

take the good with the bad

cease your day

don't dwell with the sad

see--

today's  your gift

not a grift


embrace the new and improved way of seeing

to becoming an overall improved human being



yet, I find its truer than truth

how most humans only do and do and do

when there's next to quite nothing left
how bereft

to have little left to check off
on our former to-do list

and yet

we're clueless

so how many of us,

might raise our hands,

in agreement

I'd love to count you

if you think this paradigm shift
is working out for you

I was hoping for much better than this

when the world went bust

today seem a a lackluster French kiss

how we all wanted more, so very much

so I asking the Universe
"why?"

this post-pandemic apocryphal

ellipsis is a bit askew


I wanted much better

and then a book dropped from the sky

a copy of the Tao

for me to peruse

with a solemn epitaph attached

"Please return my old Universe back--
Now and IN TACT."

The Guardians of the Galaxy

were silent.

Echos of nothing, my proof.
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