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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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

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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...

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I am the
Idiocyncraftist.

I am.

Slap-tagging together
words

stitching them into
sentences

that often ironically
anatomically
only make sense
to me

and je ne care pas

though I am informed that I should
follow fast rules
and be proper with Gramma and punked-you-ation

I live at
je ne care pas
station

I writes to pickle my own relish

the only thing I checks is me spell-ish

so the reader doesn't have to toss around
bread crumblies so they won't get lost

I be the black art witch
whose art comes from the dark recesses
of a distant black past

I pull it out from behind the cloak
for the big prestige

and then I yelp out loud:
proclaiming
" I've whelped another
another new born babe of a poem...

a rousing
yowling
howling
"hey-look-at-one-of-these!"

and I may be the only one
well-pleased
but that is
juste fantastistiquo-grandissimo
with me.

Copyright May 3 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World

All ideas/rants/prose/poems are the legal property of this Writer

Made up words with this one are all my own idea July 1/2015





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