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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



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

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

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

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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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Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)


a glass of water thrown

and then give me some words

any words but don't make them a gauntlet

I'm here caught up and bent down

like the broken off end of a screw

that no longer turns

as it should

a smock for a dress to hold in the mess

a mockery of me

so would you give me a word or two

and make them kind when you do

and maybe  compose an ode to this girl

the one you and I once knew

and then

don't fuss with my dust and pile of mistakes

as dust is the rust of your long dead relatives

the peelings of old life
today I lost someone

my Aunt the younger twin of my Mother

the last of a dwindling family in full decline

her art relics collect with the other dust

in front of me

it won't be long

til  I take my last move to the final place

so give me a word that's kind

and please call it

and give me

grace.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS ANTI-POEM 6/11/2022 11:58om PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORD.

written directly to the page...given several disparate unassociated words
and then off I go, in an attempt to make a poem...try it, you may like it.





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