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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

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Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

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

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Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

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

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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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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