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The Un-Promised Land

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(You're) Still Here

I Know Most Who I Am When You Are In The Room



I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

From The Desert

As Sick As My Secrets

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

He's There

Oh, Now, The Pink Moon

And Even Stars Die

You Are Not My Audience, I Just Borrowed You For Awhile

why not ask the cat?

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Ramada

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Beauty

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

the life and times of Medusa

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

A Man Called Tsuris

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

All Beings Considered

Disappear

Woman Of A Certain Age

Better Than A Cyanide Capsule

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why not ask the cat?





today when I changed
the cat box
I lined it with
old poetry critiques

I've never felt
so satisfied

the cat
was satisfied too

all that fresh clean litter
to step into
"that clean box feeling"

for his sake
I turned the reviews over
not wanting to spoil
his man time in the box
by having to peruse
all that soured dull news

who wants to make
their private business
unpleasant

as he scratched over all
the red ink
and sacharine praise
a Cheshire grin spred
across my smirking face

all the malaise disappeared
poof

I can't say
exactly
right then
who
was the more
satisfied


but I could say:
why not ask my cat?


Copyright October 5, 2015 11:12 AM PST
All LEGAL Rights Are Reserved By This Writer
Melissa ANN Howells/meloo Straight from her tilt-a-world
all ideas, poetry, prose, rants are the expressed legal property of M A Howells

LEGAL COPYRIGHT TO THIS WORK AND THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS AUTHOR


in memory of Sir Ghuey...Ghue Manchu...Simon Ghue Sinister
and my boyfriends pet name Master Ghuey Charles Dickens...
this is for the BOY OF OUR LIVES WHO TAUGHT US SO MANY
VALUABLE LESSONS IN LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE WITH HIS WIT
CHARM, AND PLAYFUL INTELLIGENCE...YOU MADE OUR HEARTS
YOUR CAPTIVE AND NEARLY TOOK THEM WITH YOU WHEN YOU LEFT
THIS WORLD ON AUGUST 3, 2016....FOREVER LOVED AND REMEMBERED GHUEY





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