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And Even Stars Die

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

Some People

She Is My Friend

Beware The Sign of Sagittarius



Need You (note of encouragement to self)

The Un-Promised Land

As Sick As My Secrets

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

If I Were Your Island....

July's Message

(You're) Still Here

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

From The Desert

Odd Thoughts and Juxtapositions

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

Some Will

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

He's There

Oh, Now, The Pink Moon

C Students

Some Meaningful Proof For A Hopeful Dreamer's Eyes

Beauty

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

Disappear

Woman Of A Certain Age

Better Than A Cyanide Capsule

Paying For The Sins

The Life of Tigger

Like A Snow-globe

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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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