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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023



THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

After Wide Sargasso Sea

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)

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

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

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

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

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

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

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


hiding

a sparrow behind a  dark cloud

an agate sinking in the sand

a blue sky lost behind a storm

my cave

is my broken heart

and its slowly

over-taking  my body.


twisted

a broken hanging branch

my crooked leg dragging behind a cane

my courage under restraint

too worried about my impressions

when no tracings of me can be found
on the pavement



the king got caught out in the cold

and everyone stared when he wore nothing

but himself

is it  like that--

no matter how much I shy away

from the tide

humanity barges in


too too many of you interogate as to
whoeever/wherever have I been


then just as suddenly

they leave

when my poetry and poems

are transformed into

anti-matters, tattered bits

of poetry of paucity



they're fickle and

I'm the  pickle

I'm the enigma

I'm inertia personified

so

I bought my ticket

to another side

and I'm patiently waiting to leave

will I be granted some reprieve


(the smallest truth be told
the ticket actually was free....)

la-la-la life is a merry-go-around-what-comes-around

a tilt-a-world

a dizzy town

the nausea of misery

sometimes rains down

to the nth degree

and its yet another anti-poem

describing the mockery of life

the occasional misery is yours

and all for free.................






Anti-poetry...try it you might like it...it might be just what you need

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AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHORESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
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re-edited 7:44am November 2 2022. I think I like this much better.





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