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The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

Words Between Edward And Jane

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

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

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

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

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

Appetites

How I Still Love You

Miss Tilt-a-World@

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

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

What Is The Price For Your Touch

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


my middle cat
slightly slips
then lists
to my sinister side

I'm told I've two
mammoth Orwellian eyes
which beam
but do not see

rarely
whomever
has seen
the entirety
of me

my orbs of Luxor Lapis hue
rarely blink as I stare through
miles and lies
and when I  do
see
its no wee surprise to feel
the prick of reprise--
all's....

my apple pies of praise
are black-bird filled
left out for flies

I trudge the earth
but want the skies
for air that is
rare and fine
and free

my first cat
blinks and smiles inwardly
and tells me he wants to marry me

and I think
its better to marry oneself
than to all the world
and then I sleep

and in sleeping
cat-dreaming is literally
to know

(so Bast)

if I dream
I AM
the dream,
that no one but
I will know.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 10:31am PST 6/3/2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
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