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


at night
i leave my body
and go wandering
the bed is relieved
and full of a thousand happy kittens
of regret and dissent

a wounded dog clings to me
for comfort and I pull her in
the wolf pup nuzzles too
in its wildness it
has lost its mother

in the distance a Kodiak bear bawls
knowing the woods
which were once so
vast and primevil
are now disappearing
and nearly gone

the little lion of my heart
flems and whirs as he
watches the slime trail
of a small snail
as it makes its final trek
across the brick
as the sun rises
its mighty beams
outlining its fall
to the pavement

hearing the calls abd
the foot-falls of other animals
human and otherwise
in a fog
I speak to them
in my mind

it will not be long
step lightly
and
return  before sunrise--
all of you vampires
and ghosts
or you'll no longer know
a knowledge
called home

billowing blue-grey clouds
gather themselves up
in the stratosphere
i have climbed here
to these filmy mountains
before

reaching out I
still touch
the face
that is a universe
and leap
waving at the shell-house
which was once me

calibrating
the tunnel that is upwards
into the glow of light
I close my eyes
in trust

my truth is out there
all my tears trailing behind me
become the falling rain of
fading memory
traveling earthbound
slowly
at five miles per hour.


Legal copyright for this poem/ 4:31pm PST 6/19/2021 time and date stamped
and also for this writer/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this
legally copyrighted and REGISTERED site title
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STRAIGHT FROM A WAKING DREAM FUELED BY
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11:32 A.M. PST June 19th 2021 re-edited for clarityof thought and metaphor.





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