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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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That Poet Girl


that girl
in the front
that poet

she
astounded me

she was short in stature
brief as a haiku
yet calm and clear of voice

the listeners in the crowded space
had little choice
but to listen to her

new I was
to this kind of forum
yet I sat rapt and taut
quietly in full attention
with soldierly attendance to her words

she was so unaffected by her effect
upon the crowd
it may have seemed to the mob she read to
that her verses
were far too loud

faces revealed somehow
she lacked a certain conscience
yet divined a specific intention
to provoke
their conventions
oops

looking 'round at the listeners
there seemed to be a kind of joke afoot
the crowd transformed into
a sea of large mouth bass with their mouths agape
gasping at the shore for one last collective gulp of air

the poetess expressed whatever she wrought
no thoughts of them crossed her mind
she simply didn't care

but a little smile creeped across my face
and grew
I understood so well her profound effect
as my appreciation for her queer sublimity grew
she hardly knew
of my admiration

until later on I told her
and we shared our
secret laugh


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by this Author/Writer Melissa A. Howells/Meloo
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Time/Date stamp :10:01 in the morning/ November 5, 2016






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