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

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

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

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

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

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

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

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

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

The Off Brand

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

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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
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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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