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My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)
Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home
Not My Season
WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children
NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)
The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box
Belle Du Jovan
All Beings Considered
I Long For Stars
I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness
So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)
The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)
Your Next New Dying Black Swan
The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)
Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose
Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years
All Too Clearly Now
If This Is Any Art For Which You Care
Informed Through Pain
Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot
A Man Of The Clouds
The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past
Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?
They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)
Max on the max
The Little Bird Said
The Factory of Resentments
When My Blues Are Gone
I WILL RETURN
Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall
Think On This--IF YOU WOULD
You Got Your Lilly Back
I Write This To Remember
Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)
And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)
Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro
the earth is our mother
All Of Who I Was
Where The Dead Don't Mind...
Peace Where There Is No Opportunity
What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?
Someone Send Out A Search Party
I Wish God Had Better Magic
What's With The Lead Overshoes?
How Does It, How Do You Matter?
THE POCKET DOOR
Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night
This Is It
The Inner String
For Another Mean New Sun.
Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)
wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)
All The Changing....
two out of three people
A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)
Funny, Not Funny
All You Have To Do Is Breathe....
A Dog Should Have His Tail...
Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019
Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)
Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month
Only The Choice To Be
When People Go
The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)
Wake Wake Wake
It Is In The Rain
Dream Goblins Of The Night
Wake And Remember
Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business
In March (Finally, Spring 2016)
All For Algernon
Weak In The Knees
The Finisher's Song
Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star
Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down
If I Could Be The Sky...
It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)
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Name: Rob adams
Message: In response to your questions did my mum sing to me. Yes she did,and yes she did like the spring time.It was her favourite time of the year. The Indians had the right idea when it came to the spirit world. Something to believe in.
Date Received: 2019-09-05 22:09:10