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I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

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This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

I'm Out Of My Dreams 3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams

The Legacy List

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Wisdom of the Infinite

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

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WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)


I had a dream I was a Poet

and I was saddled with a great responsibility.

I was the keeper of the words

the images, the thoughts of all who surrounded me.

I had a small typewrite

that was directly fused to my mind

and when I had a thought of significance

the typewriter would tap-tap at a record pace

as if I had so little time

to record all for posterity

There was little room for me to type my own thoughts

as I was the conduit for all of humanity...

soon enough the typewriter became insolent

and refused to listen to the thoughts of any one  else

and I became to tap-tap away bad poetry

which only had significance to myself...

insolent they called me

selfish to a fault and filled with flaws

the more I tap-tapped on

I no longer heard their words

and tap-tapped to only please myself

soon a series on long-winded titled haiku's came

ones mostly I understood

and this was the very last of them

I write it now

it may not be very good:

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Title: What Chirp-less Crickets May Predict ( a Horror Movie Haiku)

Bright crickets chirps stop

young couples coupling in bed

soon enough both dead.

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legal copyright for this poem 9:49AM pacific standard time-- 2/24/21
/time and date stamped  AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE AFTER A DREAM
WILL COME BACK TO EDIT FOR PRECISENESS AND CLARITY.







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