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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

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



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

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

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

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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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

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/ANTI-POEM 4:01PM 11/1/2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHORESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD@@@@@@@

re-edited 7:44am November 2 2022. I think I like this much better.





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