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Poems composed here, in reverse order of completion. Choose any one you would like to see.
Number; First line; Date completed.
3150: at love's first blush this
--Sep. 15, 1997
3149: at the 3rd time bar of life
--Sep. 15, 1997
3148: I never really gave up hope
--Sep. 15, 1997
3147: Oh yes, blame me, you always do
--Sep. 14, 1997
3146: In a dream, I dwelt there again
--Sep. 15, 1997
3145: man overboard ! i jump you
--Sep. 14, 1997
3144: the dew is heavy off the grass
--Sep. 15, 1997
3143: did you say turn left, then right & then left once again after 2 blocks?
--Sep. 15, 1997
3142: laughing blue wind, loving wet wave
--Sep. 14, 1997
3141: 2 more weeks left ...
--Sep. 14, 1997
3140: I lay covered in sorrow , my stength seeping from the cracks.
--Sep. 14, 1997
3139: It was a horrible party
--Sep. 14, 1997
3138: I am learning to live with abundance
--Sep. 14, 1997
3137: Day closes,i continue to mosaic my walls, exhausted
--Sep. 14, 1997
3136: Pen, the sky was blue today, but the air was lilac
--Sep. 14, 1997
3135: Right time, wrong timezone
--Sep. 14, 1997
3134: Marty was always such an odd child
--Sep. 14, 1997
3133: The fender of my heart needs the dents pounded out
--Sep. 13, 1997
3132: I really didn't mean to drop the fruitball on the floor
--Sep. 13, 1997
3131: She's so slick she's swimming in sophistication
--Sep. 14, 1997
3130: Two princesses dead in one week
--Sep. 13, 1997
3129: With all the virtue of little children, kicking and screaming when we don't get our way!
--Sep. 14, 1997
3128: If patience is for the virtuous
--Sep. 13, 1997
3127: my mind's a cloud blooming white
--Sep. 14, 1997
3126: Chichi the chihuahua had a chance to change the world
--Sep. 13, 1997
3125: Does it affect your life?
--Sep. 13, 1997
3124: I'm sore all over, from my skin to muscles to heart
--Sep. 13, 1997
3123: Samsara. . .endless pain?
--Sep. 13, 1997
3122: How ever many nights
--Sep. 13, 1997
3121: June bug,you idiot
--Sep. 13, 1997
3120: I make love
--Sep. 13, 1997
3119: again, the room is sweep clean
--Sep. 13, 1997
3118: I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
--Sep. 13, 1997
3117: Here I stand alone, once again
--Sep. 13, 1997
3116: "Free Burma", she cried
--Sep. 13, 1997
3115: In the tall grass round the fringes
--Sep. 13, 1997
3114: An ocean before me, a river behind
--Sep. 13, 1997
3113: let freedom cry
--Sep. 13, 1997
3112: he cried & shed his soul tonight
--Sep. 13, 1997
3111: I am about to go slip into
--Sep. 13, 1997
3110: You are seven years old now,
--Sep. 13, 1997
3109: When i saw my love sit down to dine
--Sep. 13, 1997
3108: Around the bend,down by the covered bridge
--Sep. 13, 1997
3107: Crying - Dying
--Sep. 12, 1997
3106: come with me to a softer place
--Sep. 13, 1997
3105: Blank page before us, … we begin to dream
--Sep. 12, 1997
3104: I fell alive, a laughing when i was dumb and dumb.
--Sep. 13, 1997
3103: The Grand Architect of the universe,
--Sep. 12, 1997
3102: Order from the Menu or do you want Buffet?
--Sep. 12, 1997
3101: I see tears but I don't hear a cry
--Sep. 12, 1997
3100: Encircled by reality, you're calling in the specialists
--Sep. 12, 1997
3099: I am alive today
--Sep. 12, 1997
3098: come a little closer
--Sep. 12, 1997
3097: i hate being denied ...
--Sep. 12, 1997
3096: you are nothing but the
--Sep. 12, 1997
3095: In the bowels of this institution
--Sep. 12, 1997
3094: You are nothing but the
--Sep. 11, 1997
3093: you are nothing but the
--Sep. 11, 1997
3092: I remember that party
--Sep. 12, 1997
3091: A true talent for Cunnilingus was really her best quality
--Sep. 12, 1997
3090: She found a piece of old bologna between her teeth
--Sep. 12, 1997
3089: I rode a Greyhound bus that had a pay toilet
--Sep. 11, 1997
3088: Aunt Hoppy stayed overnight last night
--Sep. 12, 1997
3087: He counted all the stars in the sky one night
--Sep. 12, 1997
3086: He had read all the magazines in the waiting room
--Sep. 12, 1997
3085: Answer this poem when you hear the phone ring.
--Sep. 11, 1997
3084: he danced by himself that night
--Sep. 12, 1997
3083: Where are we all from in this room?
--Sep. 12, 1997
3082: He talked like a mechanical bull
--Sep. 11, 1997
3081: Aunt Victoria was very eccentric
--Sep. 11, 1997
3080: thundering tons of tumbling water
--Sep. 11, 1997
3079: separated by mountains and seas
--Sep. 11, 1997
3078: Your prime directive is....
--Sep. 11, 1997
3077: In happier times, we use to make love
--Sep. 11, 1997
3076: Set up the onager, and release a stone upon my command
--Sep. 12, 1997
3075: When I came back, Craig Herzog had Pandoras Box on his desk
--Sep. 11, 1997
3074: Do you mind if I use your hanky?
--Sep. 11, 1997
3073: I watched my daddy played the flute for a country band
--Sep. 11, 1997
3072: Let me show you my sensitive side
--Sep. 11, 1997
3071: Use some backspin to set up your next shot
--Sep. 12, 1997
3070: Those things will kill you
--Sep. 11, 1997
3069: Things have changed since I've been in prison
--Sep. 12, 1997
3068: One line down, Eight to go, who'll be next only the next knows
--Sep. 11, 1997
3067: Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy
--Sep. 11, 1997
3066: Go ahead, go ahead, you know you can't resist
--Sep. 11, 1997
3065: The characters on the 5:55am bus are a strange breed, indeed, me included
--Sep. 11, 1997
3064: He woke up surprised just to find ,
--Sep. 11, 1997
3063: The old man's hands were cracked, worn leather
--Sep. 11, 1997
3062: He talks about what I think about,
--Sep. 11, 1997
3061: You can never know what fate has in store
--Sep. 11, 1997
3060: stumbling through life, or fluttering until death
--Sep. 11, 1997
3059: I want to peel away the layers of flesh and reveal my soul, naked in all of her glory
--Sep. 11, 1997
3058: Christer Jeremy Jones was the last man on earth,
--Sep. 11, 1997
3057: crackling sunlight x-rays
--Sep. 11, 1997
3056: Ah heres to the bats in my bellfry
--Sep. 10, 1997
3055: Tis a sweet kiss that filled my heart
--Sep. 11, 1997
3054: Where have all the great thinkers gone,
--Sep. 10, 1997
3052: I love the city in the morning
--Sep. 11, 1997
3051: opaque wall of impressions
--Sep. 11, 1997
3050: I sat and watched you for hours
--Sep. 10, 1997
3049: clamping toes, arching back, loosening hair
--Sep. 10, 1997
3048: I don t care what they do
--Sep. 10, 1997
3047: Cecilia struck bell
--Sep. 10, 1997
3046: Maxine had no talent as a poet
--Sep. 10, 1997
3045: mambo slezely gifford raindrop hereford life like noises
--Sep. 10, 1997
3044: morning breaks, so to my heart
--Sep. 9, 1997
3043: Deep, sweet sleep eludes my battered eyes
--Sep. 10, 1997
3042: stand still in the only light casted by the night
--Sep. 9, 1997
3041: lost in a great room
--Sep. 10, 1997
3040: I am the watermelon of love
--Sep. 9, 1997
3039: To Bad, too long, and in two days
--Sep. 9, 1997
3038: the rage burned in my soul
--Sep. 9, 1997
3037: having crushed the seeds of misunderstanding
--Sep. 9, 1997
3036: Heavy lids slow to open
--Sep. 9, 1997
3035: cleaning, polishing the sky
--Sep. 10, 1997
3034: Stepping high and slamming doors behind me!
--Sep. 9, 1997
3033: retracing my footsteps down the stony path
--Sep. 9, 1997
3032: Conversation as heard by a man going deaf
--Sep. 8, 1997
3031: O, call back yesterday, bid time return...
--Sep. 8, 1997
3030: A carnival of happiness awaits
--Sep. 9, 1997
3029: waves of Ssshhhhhhh, Ssshhhhh
--Sep. 8, 1997
3028: Maturity means lots of things
--Sep. 8, 1997
3027: Beware-someone is closing out all the poems
--Sep. 8, 1997
3026: What an investment of time we make
--Sep. 7, 1997
3025: Behind bedroom doors
--Sep. 7, 1997
3024: Help! I'm falling into a pit
--Sep. 7, 1997
3023: it's a source of energy she said
--Sep. 7, 1997
3022: All is quiet now
--Sep. 7, 1997
3021: Flowers are living things too
--Sep. 7, 1997
3020: that great sweetener of human life ...
--Sep. 7, 1997
3019: You can tithe all you want
--Sep. 7, 1997
3018: Mother Theresa
--Sep. 7, 1997
3017: On the Eve of our Agnes Goinxha Bejaxhiu, so pure and chaste ...
--Sep. 7, 1997
3016: You can't wear masks and still
--Sep. 7, 1997
3015: It seems to be,
--Sep. 7, 1997
3014: where are the poems for Mother Teresa?
--Sep. 7, 1997
3013: disturbed nights sleepwalked days
--Sep. 6, 1997
3012: The angels lovingly tend a heavenly garden
--Sep. 7, 1997
3011: Silently, we say farewell
--Sep. 7, 1997
3010: Our emotion-filled words tear us apart
--Sep. 6, 1997
3009: Sing to me a lullabye
--Sep. 6, 1997
3008: a cumulus cloud hangs over the world
--Sep. 6, 1997
3007: the sound of footsteps, the sound of a grand father clock
--Sep. 5, 1997
3006: The child in all of us
--Sep. 5, 1997
3005: It is a tender insanity I entertain,
--Sep. 5, 1997
3004: I 'm walking 1000 miles of desert
--Sep. 5, 1997
3003: What is the Big Idea ?
--Sep. 5, 1997
3002: How exactly am i supposed to beahve
--Sep. 5, 1997
3001: The lights go down
--Sep. 6, 1997
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