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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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THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH



WHEN I
WAS VERY YOUNG
I DID NOT FIT IN

YOU COULD SAY THE WORLD
WAS A BOX
AND I WAS AN OVAL

TOO MANY QUESTIONS
TOO MANY LOOKS
TOO MUCH APPETITE FOR LIFE
NOT ENOUGH SOCIETY
WAY TOO MANY BOOKS

TOO MUCH HEAD IN THE SKY
TOO MUCH HEAD BELOW TO THE GROUND
TOO MUCH LISTENING TO THE OTHER WORLDS
TOO MANY ANTS TO COUNT

TOO MANY FLOWERS TO SMELL
TOO MANY STEPS TO SKIP
TOO SENSITIVE ABOUT ANIMALS
TOO MANY STRAYS I WANTED TO KEEP
TOO MUCH A CHAMPION WHO HAD LITTLE CHANCE TO LIVE

TOO MUCH HUMMING
TOO MUCH READING ALOUD
TOO MUCH PLAYING AROUND
TOO MANY WORDS SAID ALOUD

WHEN YOU'RE TOO MUCH TOO MANY
YOU WANT TO DISAPPEAR
YOU THINK ABOUT BUBBLES
AND WHAT YOU COULD HIDE IN THERE
OR HOW I MIGHT RIDE MY BIKE TO THE EDGE OF TOWN
AND BEST OF ALL HOW I'D
LEARN THE MAGIC TRICK
OF MAKING ME DISAPPEAR
SO I WOULDN'T INCOVENIENCE MY PARENTS
BY BEING AROUND

ODD TO FIND OUT WHEN I LEFT
I WAS NOT MISSED
SO I DID IT AGAIN
AND SO OFTEN
I BEGAN TO BELIEVE
I DIDN'T EXIST

I EVENTUALLY SPOKE LESS AND LESS...
UNLESS,
I WAS MAKING NEW THINGS UP

I CREATED A
THOUSAND DIFFERENT
LIFE STORIES
AND DID MY BEST TO LIVE UP
TO EVERY ONE:

I WAS AN ORPHAN
WHO RAN AWAY
I HAD A MUCH OLDER SISTER AND A MAIDEN AUNT
WHO OFTEN FORGOT ABOUT ME
AS THEY WERE THE SOCIALITES IN TOWN
I WASN'T CONSIDERED GOOD COMPANY
BECAUSE I REFUSED TO WEAR A GOLDEN GOWN
I WAS THE FORTUNATE TWIN WHO DIDN'T DIE
I WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF WAY TOO MANY CHILDREN
AND MY PARENTS
AFTER A DOZEN CHILDREN
MY PARENTS
NAMED ME
ENOUGH

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/RANT 8:57pm PST NOVEMBER 9 2020
TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE NAME
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL...BUT WITH LEVITY AND DARK HUMOR ADDED.





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