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Enjoy this YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poetry performance, starting with the beginning of her poem “Those Were the Days of Our Lives (dreams 8/12/22)” flowing into her poem “Tag Team Poets” flowing into the end of her poem “Our Ships Would No Longer Cross”, then, after being asked to continue to read, read her full poem “Our Ships Would No Longer Cross” as the first poet performing for C Ra McGuirt on his birthday 8/13/22 at a memorial in Nashville, TN after his passing away (this video was filmed from an iPhone 10 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetry

Enjoy this full YouTube video of the C Ra McGuirt wake/celebration of his life on his birthday 8/13/22 at Cafe Coco Cafe & Bistro in Nashville, TN, with (in order): Allen Welty-Green, Janet Kuypers, Brian Daly, Phillip Hart, Stuart Arkovitz, Klyd Watkins, Pat Crossett, Ross Massey, Steve Gans, Larry Simons, and Maxine Herbert.

Enjoy this YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her v203 1/23 Down in the Dirt issue/book “The Gravity Of Imagination” poems “Oxygen Feeds” + its image and “Oxygen Save Me” + its image (which is also in her book “Twitter Verse Periodic Table Poetry”), “Oxygen” (which is also in her book “Periodic Table Poetry”), “Oxygen makes superionic ice” + its image (which is also in her book “Twitter Verse Periodic Table Poetry”), and “Those Were the Days of Our Lives (dreams 8/12/22)” (that is also slated to appear in the her CyberWit 2023 poetry book “Testament”) on 1/4/23, the 1st Wednesday of the month (1:00-3:00 PM CST) in honor of ‘Community Poetry’ (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). This YouTube video was also filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr. #janetkuypers #janetkuypersperiodictablepoem #janetkuyperstwitterverseperiodictablepoem #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypersbookreading

Enjoy this YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Down in the Dirt 1-4/23 “Forbidden Library” book poems “Okay, it’s all about the Oxygen” + showing its image (which is also in her book “Periodic Table Poetry”), plus “Expression for Loss”, “Only Souls who have Tried”, “Those Were the Days of Our Lives (dreams 8/12/22)”, and “Tag Team Poets” (which are also in the CyberWit 2023 book “Testament”) for the 5/3/23 ‘Community Poetry’ honorary book reading (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). Enjoy this as a Facebook live video stream filmed and streamed from a Samsung S9 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Instagram, and Tumblr. #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypersbookreading #janetkuypersperiodictablepoem

Those Were the Days               of Our Lives         (dreams 8/12/22) Janet Kuypers 8/12/22 I woke up from a dream, pre-dawn. Someone was talking to me, and I Told them to stop, that I wanted to Hear the words in the beginning of this song         the song had an instrumental         at the start, but the singer         sang something quietly, you         had to strain to hear it Then I listened for a moment, Then sang along:         You have to let me go         To the foreign shores         I have to now go         To the nevermore And then I woke up. For a half-hour, I was trying to Figure out what that song was, Was it by the Smiths, or was it A war song by George Michael Because I was sure this song Which I have never heard before Had to be about going to war Later, it occurred to me: This song was about Your wanting to die, And I dream this Right before your birthday, Just before I drive two days To say my final farewell. # I keep thinking back To seeing my son god: Like when I brought my husband To meet you. For the first time, Driving eight hours to your Halloween party: from the show Dark Angel, I was Max, Jessica Alba, Complete with the bar code on my neck, My husband was Logan, in a wheelchair After being shot from saving a woman. I rang the doorbell of your 1st floor Apartment with a 1" lip to get in, and When you opened the door, you were So concerned about getting him into Your place in the wheelchair, so “Logan” Stood up, said, ‘oh, don’t worry, this is Just my costume.’ Did my sun god Really think I wouldn’t tell him if my Husband was wheelchair-bound, and If he was my sun god, shouldn’t he Have known anyway? Either way, The wheelchair was a fascinating Icebreaker, and my husband never Worried about not having a seat At the apartment Halloween party. Or when you flew to visit me, I picked you up from O’Hare and Wanted to take you to a great Pizza place near north Chicago, Silo, and yeah, it had a huge Silo in front, so even though I Had no GPS, and didn’t know the Address or the technical town It was in, I found it. I know you Like your southern charm, but... I Hope you liked the change of pace. Or when you had a party on my Husband’s birthday, he was 40 So we took the 8-hour drive, and Brought along a few 40-oz. Bottles of St. Ides beer, because, You know, he was turning forty, So he kept calling it St. Dez, it was A riot, and hey, a ritual’s a ritual. Or when you visited my house, Trying to figure out what to do, So I say, “hey, have you ever seen The movie Dead Man?” You said, “I think so, it wasn’t really good...” But I was like, “wait a minute, Johnny Depp does a great job in This black and white movie, it’s Like a Twin Peaks Black Lodge Session, Iggy pop is even in this.” So I was bold enough to force you To watch it for a new perspective, And it was great watching it With you. Johnny Depp was Bill Blake, shot after caught sleeping with, Someone’s wife, then ran into a Native American who learned his name. ‘Uou are William Blake? You are a great poet...’ so this Native American who went by The name of Nobody, taught him How to shoot a gun, to protect Himself before he died from his Gunshot wounds. Blake was Hunted down; one man asked, ‘Are you William Blake?’ to Which he replied, ‘Yes. Do you like my poetry?’ Then shot the man dead. We seem to walk that line Of life and death and poetry, Don’t we. Wait, wait, wait, I almost forgot, I think this was when I came to Visit you for a Tag Team Poets Reading, and you talked about Having pot, this was before it was Legal in the United States, so One poet friend there said sure, Let’s go to the garage and have Some. I walked in there thinking We would smoke some and he Pulled out a bong, so, okay, I’ll try it, and I held my breath And then started coughing and the Poet started laughing and took a Hit and started coughing too, and I wondered if he coughed to make Me feel less apprehensive, but When I walked out to the party, My husband must have seen My glassy eyes and all of my Apprehension gone... Those were the days, weren’t they. When you did things You wouldn’t normally do, But you didn’t regret a thing, Better for every experience, Big or small. Every venture with my sun god Shaped me for who I am today. And yeah, it was worth it. Every minute.

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