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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Miss Tilt-a-World@



Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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July's Message


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I saw
July's message
written on the MAX way
down by the highway
to the city that groaned

There's No God Here
don't bother

no answer to a lonely prayer
the search long over
a hard question surmised
a statement long-suspended in the mind
then rendered to cold stone

No God Here
don't bother
move on

Its been on my mind
Its tattooed and branded
Its been a fish tugging at the end of a line
but a fish not wanting to be caught
an answer I too had sought
a search fraught with reticence

now
at the end to a quest of questions and questioning
here on this wall
someone climbed a tall barbwire fence
crossed two sets of train tracks
left their bitter manifesto
after the longest cruel winter recorded in years
while living outside
I sense no peace in his dear price paid
at all

a statement made
on the condition of mankind
and if there's any cool kindness left
if God created this mess or us
in His likeness
and if we are what suffices for
His finest
what's so fine
about this scene

for what Its worth
someone's asked the unspoken question
then written an answer
a signpost to read on the MAX way
down by the busy dirty highway
into the groaning city
we will all fall

here writ the words of the pauper prophets
splayed across a bare cement wall
in red droplets
and visited upon my heart
in stoic immutable silence.

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legal copyright for this original work/poem
written July 7, 2017 2:43pm
and also by this author/writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World (retains legal copyright)

was written directly to the page July 7/ now edited July 8th

this is a new old testament prophecy
version...written by one of the denizens
of this unfair city

NOTE: I literally say this written somewhere and it struck me
HARD, so I had to write about it.





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