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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Miss Tilt-a-World@



Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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The Better Poem


write your poem
he commanded
but thoughts do not come that way
bidden
asked by way of command

poems are an act of
breathing
coming between thoughts
crowding into a brain
and then spilling out
onto the wall
a projection
of images and feelings

remember when you
found that projector
and you threaded that reel
and you moved the furniture
and suddenly
you had a theater
and you clasped your hands in front
of your mouth
as you saw younger versions of
people
you knew as old

that is poetry
isn't it
the past made present
the unreal remade into the living
the thought coaxed into breathing

Eileen and Walter
holding hands on a beach
the waves covering their bare feet
prescription cat eye sunglasses and Ray-Bans
perched on their heads
little white shadows around their eyes
and across the bridges of their noses
a large umbrella lounging in the sand

Norm and Ethel
Frank and Georgette
grinning with their hand-woven hats
and patterned Bermuda shorts
toasting under a turquoise cloudless sky

the flickering
and the click-clacking
of the end of the tape
and the bedroom wall images
falter

where did they go
the line of your smile
and  the better lines of the poem
you were told to write
vanishing

how is it the lines
you don't write walk away
and the memory of them
satisfies you more
because they disappear

beauty and people
fade and die
but the memory
will always satisfy
and remain
turn on the projector
and they return to you again

this is the better poem:
the natural one re-called and
un-commanded.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 2:27PM PST 6/12/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED INDELIBLE
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD....







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