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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

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

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

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

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 @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Being Ourselves...


listen closely
to the wind
and you will hear
the voices of those lost
carried on the air
to fly
dying is the cost
some days wish I could been born
different

I see a black bird
he's got quite the eye
quite the stare
looking through me
but he sees me there
and together
we have an understanding
he recognizes me as friend
just as long as there are almonds
and sun-seeds at day's end

I'm his last stop
his first roost
in the morning when he flies to roam
I rise with barely-opened eyes
when he calls me
for his short-order breakfast
together this is how we start
our day

and I'm happy
when he comes around
and makes those sounds
that annoy most every one else

he's chosen me
we like each other
early in the morning
eating breakfast together
on the balcony
talking to  each other
being ourselves.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT SEPTEMBER 9 2020 10;47PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
:MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...

THANK YOU
POE---YOU WONDERFUL BIRD





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