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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: ******************************************* Title: What Chirp-less Crickets May Predict ( a Horror Movie Haiku) Bright crickets chirps stop young couples coupling in bed soon enough both dead. ******************************************** 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. Vote for this poem |
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