Long Melissa Poems

Rejection Slips

With over 5,700 publications if I count poems that have gone viral, I suppose I shouldn’t complain … but I do have some poems that have never been accepted for publication. Here are a...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Walking down Main Street


As the rain pours down and all the people are indoors,
I walk down Main Street, under my umbrella, alone with the world.
The moon is full, the air is cold,
But I am at...

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The radio plays their song
And two hearts beat as one
To the rhythm of a tune they call their own.
The gold and platinum vinyl spins
Creating the sound where love begins.
If only for the moment, they have...

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POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when he was injured after a fall while performing a complicated...

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A song by the Allman Brothers, titled Melissa, I was, hearing Sweet Mellisa over and over, while writing this.
 The Story begins as a teenaged College student is informed by her Doctor that she is...

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This is a story for anyone who may have lost their way, lost someone or themselves or just need love and guidance in any form...

`I'm recovering a memory that I forgot long ago.. some parts...

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MY SWEET MISSY

                                ...

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Rejection Slips 4

Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary).
 
( and complain
in bad refrain,
but please, not till I'm on the plane!)
 
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this...

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Sitting here, I wonder, do you even know
That I am so much more than some place you HAVE to go?
I know that you say it’s not all about me
I may seem selfish, but I have...

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How can I slip away unnoticed and unheard
Blend in with the environment, remain undetected, make a clean escape
out of the room into the heavy air of the universe outside
for the torment of my youth, there,...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
  on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
   and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
  and cared for nothing...

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-For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
and cared for nothing much

When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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She
She is a new breath in the lungs
She is light that radiates from the morning sun
She is the wind the blows through the leaves, the flow of the up-hill river, and the shine the she...

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The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday,...

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Ah those trips along the Murray River, 
taking Tommy the dog for his stroll
is a blessing for Gary and me,
and really quite good for the soul.

And some days we pick up a friend,
whose knowledge is...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
  on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
   and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
  and cared for nothing...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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Yo,
When I was younger, stronger, faster, phatter!
I saw Bayard Rustin, ascending and descending on bell hooks’ reveries,
And I screamed, from artistic insights,
Of plights and rights, citing Mumia Abu the Baptist,
“MOVING” SOULS to awakening, writing like...

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MIGS
By: Melissa Ann Hardin
May 1, 1997

Long ago in a land across the sea lived a man by the name of Damian Stee. He lived all alone with his chickens and pigs, and sometimes he patted...

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The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 14



Martha L. Kiser                 ...

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Mark Gregory Hill-a man among boys.he surveyed land for twenty years or more,could scale 
any tree,catch any fish,hunt any animal.now,only a month removed from losing a 
child,stands alone,hand in pocket,contemplating the life that took it...

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