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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

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

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

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

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 @

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

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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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