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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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The Best News  (is the end of the day)




after hours of pretending

and wearing my scrubbed costume
practicing parsed words,
succinct phrases

feigning and posing for posterity
mouthing
pretty pronouncements with
brightened enthusiasm

then swilling enough coffee to make of me
a card carrying member of
Caffeine Anonymous

trying to
look the part
but feeling more like the shallow puddle
of my true self

my veneer is held
together with
disintegrating glue

but now at the end
of the day
pending reprieve

soon I will take my leave

these are the best  blessed words
in the English language

"Work is done?"

No.

"I'm going home."




Copyright January 11, 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
The last sentence is something my Grandfather Thompson often told me helped
him get through a lot of long business trips. His wife, my Grandmother was his best friend
in life. I was thinking of them today. Walter W Thompson and Eileen F Thompson, personal heroes.
Melissa A Howells/Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
All poetry/prose/rants/ideas are the explicit legal property of this Writer.
God Bless you Grandma and Grandpa T. Their first real date was in a golden field of barley.

Thank you kindly for reading.





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