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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)

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack



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)

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

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

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

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

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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HERE WE SIT AT OUR  TABLE 2/19/2022


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you sat in the blue Naugahyde MCM chair
across the kitchen table
wearing your electric boogaloo
expression

I couldn't believe it was you
how your molecules had arranged and then re-arranged themselves
I'd thought about you so often that I'd changed
the expression on your face
nearly a thousand times
with anticipation

being apart does make the heart
grow weary with madness

was I then your mirage of hope or relief
your Florence Nightingale cooing
a Helen of Troy running from the burning horse
a Chimera of all that you'd been dreaming

who will save who
or is it real
or lost in some far-flung imagining

here I sit naked, cold and shivering
with disbelief
or is it simply daring Joy to show her face

are you real, substantial
or if I reached out
would you dissipate
your solid chair collapsing into the floor

or would your collective molecules
gather forward
so all it once I could breathe you in
and you would be made substantial

when, when, when?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN MARCH 1998
AND RE-WRITTEN TODAY INTO A NEWER FORM 2/19/2022 12:29PM TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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