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



my changes were saved

in a notebook

I wrote them down

so I could remember to tell you

exactly how far I've come


it doesn't seem to matter

though

you see me as arthritic

irascible

unable to bend to touch my toes

what if I were once a rose

in bloom

and now the petals were falling

the stem wilting

my resolve in decay


why do some people put love away

and forget to tell the other person

they're no longer valuable

a worn out shoe for a body

and a face which holds no charm


I hug myself into a heart-shape at night

laying my face on a soft blanket

pretending its you

when you used to see me

as a shiny dime or penny


the years cannot be called back

the tears water the garden

though I have none

if I were to stand naked before you

in the snow

would you bring me a blanket

or simply close the door

and let me freeze?


I see now

you do as you please.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM RE-EDITED TODAY 6/20/2022 FROM ORIGINAL DATE 8/2005
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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