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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

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



THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

After Wide Sargasso Sea

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

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

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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 @

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If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak


the window into you

is one seldom if few
ever open

limited optics
and yet they believe they
see you for miles and miles

I say:
"please,
have your sentences in order
and do not summarize
based upon who
you think you see..."

its almost as if some of them
have not learned to read
(or see)
nor opened a book
nor lived their lives long enough
to know of experience

its those
who've made up their minds
in a glance
and would call their opinions
discernment
yet judge by their limited circumstance
who ought not speak

its true we all judge
and we judge our own judging
yet there's a difference between
passing judgment and
looking down on and not looking into,
isn't there?
with all the details right
under our very  noses
the tacit evidence
and not the facts we've chosen
and re-arranged/

do we have
the ability to ask
to put ourselves to task
and challenge the paths we've traveled

and yet, the choice, too often,
seems for some
is not to choose

this is dumb prejudice
and
how much better it would be if
prejudice remained dumb
and could not ever speak

it seems at times
silence comes from
the loving and the strong
and not from  minds and mouths
of the weak


legal copyright for this poem 10:14am pacific standard time
May 23 2020 time and date stamped and also for this poet/writer
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
SITE TITLE-MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

I AM REMINDED OF A TUNE CALLED WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?...LONG TIME PASSING
"OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN, OH WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN?"

I wonder what my Grandparents would think if they were alive...
to see this discord and dissonance. My parents too would be astounded
and I fear...feel all the better to be gone...even though I know
how much we all love our lives and would prefer to live them...
I pray for better times...and a better man to lead.  I don't believe in Demagogues
yet I believe we have one regaling in his fitful states of random infantile powers.





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