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Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

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Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month

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Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

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

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

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some witches never know when things are going well


if I
were to fall into the
sea they wouldn't wring a drop from
me...
no salt no sadness no tears
not even  find a broken wing or bone
nothing from this ole crone

larger women get no service
round here
no keening when the living
is over
into the ground you go
down and into the clover

or into the kettle you go
to be rendered like soap or soup
a bubble and a brew
without a hitch
that is where the baddies go
boiled down like this feisty witch
that was you

good riddance

whether you were whittled down by the word
or watered down by the world
in the end
they'll get you
girl

watch out for those wielding
buckets, shovels
and seashore pails
and those past Lotharios made from
failed potions of snipsy snails
and puddle dog tails

there is no way out
of being cornered now
the villagers have gathered
with their rakes and their hoes
and their shouts
and their gaggling goo-googling
grins

you are at the ocean
edge, the cliffs
you shouldn't have
parted from the Midwest
they're closing in

now here is the end
where you'll stand your last
look below and plunge into
the sea

they already have the cauldron
water boiling
to simmer down what will
remain left of thee

some witches
are idiots
never
knowing how things
were truly great

oh hell now
its much too late
I'll be witch boil
on some
red neck's dinner plate.



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COPYRIGHT AUGUST 30 2014
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ALL IDEAS/RANTS/POETRY/PROSE ARE THE LEGAL PROPERTY OF THIS WRITER
MELOO MELISSA A HOWELLS
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