A collection of Melanie's poems

There are ways of making lace
no Belgian woman could or can.
There are corporate cakes
and machines that make
an almost sun kissed tan.
And though they're nearly breathing
Perfect, life-like, better than -.
There are mistakes a human makes.
But there's something about the hands.

Happy Christmahanavaloween
When labor day is over it begins
One greeting card to cover everything
Confusing yes, no one will guess
We left out Kwanzaa

Christmahanavaloween, it stirs
Accounts are overdrawn as seasons blur
Swear your love in chocolate things
Just buy it
After this is over we are going on a diet

Brotherhood and love and candy corn
Santa drank a Coke when Christ was born
Some good must come from all this effort, surely
The malls are packed
Were back in black
Does anyone get what they really wanted

Happy Christmahanavaloween
One greeting card to cover everything
Happy Christmahanavaloween
Happy Christmahana
Lets go shopping mama
Happy Christmahanavaloween

Man's best friend 15 or so
Hardly a life
For a dog it's old
Man's best friend born to be gone
Funk and fuzz dog years and bones
And the man goes home alone

Man's best friend's nobility
Was known to very few and me
I used to listen to his eyes
That held great wisdom and advice
Buried bones we'll never find
Funk and fuzz dog years and bones
And the man walks home alone

Often I was a child at his side
Let's go seek, let's go hide
Run and don't forget to play
The man walks slow for home today
Man's best friend born to be gone
Funk and fuzz dog years and bones
The man walks home alone

(2007 August 16)

Along the well worn verboten path
Amongst the safer russet roofs I fly
behind the dream
with broken promises
and tear stained face
I may be gone
But gone is not a place

In the Netherlands it's damp and it's cold
Where they've tamed the waters
And live to grow old
And they're hardy and gutsy
In the cold and the damp
Why they live there who knows
But they do cause they can
I am not from here
But I wish that I was
For a season, for reasons
I almost can touch
Who'd want to live here
Who'd want to be Dutch
In the lowlands of Holland
Sea above Land
Where they laugh at the tides and they do cause they can