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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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did someone try to convince you
your love was not your own
did someone try to bargain with you
and in the bargaining
flatten you
Were your senses blown

what happens
when you allow that
would you allow that

why do you feel erased
the way a side-winding tornado
erases the present and makes it past
like a foundation without a place

like the way peace of mind
leaves the body
when the cancer called grief takes hold

and what about those odd accidents
when a certain sacred synchronicity of flight
brings death to one goose
when the hunter picks the other one out of the sky
why ask why

or how the warmth of a another human being
or a cat
builds up and kindles a fire
until suddenly you're so so cold again

do you remember the story of Jamestown
before the flood that laid waste to her
the demon waters
greedily eating all

yet love still waits patiently
for you to fall


and stubbornly lingers at the precipice
and steals the petals of Spring too soon
how they settle and are scattered like
blood over the ground

why is Spring
not eternal
a fickle season
moving on with the sweet scent of delicate
flowers on a zephyr wind
everything and everyone around
feeling deflated
by the circling of cycles
and wondering when the circle
will come 'round again

within an eternity
is there time enough
and why does my heart fail to understand
how my head
craves input of your collective memory
and I cry out when there is the whispering
of the memory
of when you were here last
and how you might not be here again


This is a work in progress...based on science, real science.
legal copyright for this poem written 2/19/2022 2:45 time and date stamped
and also for this legally copy written and registered site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

re-edited for clarity and rhythm 2/21/2022 7;30 TIME AND DATE STAMPED....





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