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Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem



Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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..)

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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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