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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

That Once Respite Cave

We Are The Generators

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters



Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

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

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)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

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)

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

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

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

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

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When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of  Glasses


on a night
of pure blue-midnight ink
piles of laundry were left unfolded
and Alfred Hitchcock
whose words lolled lazily
out of the spittled-corner of his mouth,
told his very last story ever
on an invention called television:

Mr. Bemish
was just reading his last great novel
while eating ravenously 2 slathered pieces of
buttered toast--toasted only on one side
English style

the last words He read were:
they kept building pyramids to their Gods
until the Gods faltered
and tumbled down over the world
making the neighborhoods of Earth
into one great backyard rubbish Pile
with no matching pieces anywhere...

Mr Bemish lost his remaining pair of glasses
and the stars peered down at him
blinking out the two perplexed words "Blue-who?"
when Bemish was swallowed into an oncoming Black Hole
along with his last good pair of horn-rimmed glasses

a black hole singularity
(for sure)
in one Big Gulp
(which was the appropriately
inappropriate exact opposite of
The One and Only Original Big Bang!!)

Jane and Mr. Rochester evaporated--
having not finished true declarations of love

Moby Dick circumnavigated the entire globe
dragging Ahab down into its very depths

the Old Man told the Sea
the earth is flat
so you are not boundless
and fell off the shelf
of the flat earth

No longer The Best Of All Possible Worlds,
Candide and his echoing proclamations
went unheard

Le Petit Prince lost his dreams--
and Saint Exupery, his stars
(etoiles grande)

The Great Spirit Closed His weary eyes
and sighed....

why why why
so much time
and then
in no time
everything
imagined and real
gone
again?



this is my experiment into Anti-poetry. There may be more to follow
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:44pm  PACIFIC STANDARD TIME 5/17/2022
TIME/DATE STAMPED...IF THERE IS SUCH A CONSTRUCT AS TIME AND DAY....
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS, IF SHE DOES INDEED EXIST
IN THIS UNIVERSE OR ALSO IN MANY PARALLEL UNIVERSES, AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE: WHICH MEANS, LITERALLY THAT THIS BELONGS
IMPLICITLY TO THE WRITER WHO MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST.....
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@
IF THERE STILL IS A WORLD AND IF IT EVEN TILTED TO BEGIN WITH...

TO THOSE WHO REMAIN UNKNOWING...LOOK UP ANTI-POETRY AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
MY MEANING. OR YOU MAY ALREADY KNOW, IF SO THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THIS IMAGINARY
EXPERIMENTAL UNIVERSE OF ANTI-POETRY





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