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Sometimes I Hear Him

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

July's Message

The Crow Is A Songbird



the brand of disappointment

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

Some Will

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

not the story of my youth

She Is My Friend

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

If I Were Your Island....

I Am....( a keen observation )

Need You (note of encouragement to self)

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

The Un-Promised Land

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

(You're) Still Here

As Sick As My Secrets

Mrs. Stine, Isn't It Time?

From The Desert

He's There

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

Some Meaningful Proof For A Hopeful Dreamer's Eyes

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

How Each Death Changes The World

Not A Good-bye Day (For Our Ghuey)

And You Might Be The Reaper

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

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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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