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Counting The Long Days, Tilling The Greens

All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers



Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

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I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

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Love A Cat

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Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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That Poet Girl


that girl
in the front
that poet

she
astounded me

she was short in stature
brief as a haiku
yet calm and clear of voice

the listeners in the crowded space
had little choice
but to listen to her

new I was
to this kind of forum
yet I sat rapt and taut
quietly in full attention
with soldierly attendance to her words

she was so unaffected by her effect
upon the crowd
it may have seemed to the mob she read to
that her verses
were far too loud

faces revealed somehow
she lacked a certain conscience
yet divined a specific intention
to provoke
their conventions
oops

looking 'round at the listeners
there seemed to be a kind of joke afoot
the crowd transformed into
a sea of large mouth bass with their mouths agape
gasping at the shore for one last collective gulp of air

the poetess expressed whatever she wrought
no thoughts of them crossed her mind
she simply didn't care

but a little smile creeped across my face
and grew
I understood so well her profound effect
as my appreciation for her queer sublimity grew
she hardly knew
of my admiration

until later on I told her
and we shared our
secret laugh


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by this Author/Writer Melissa A. Howells/Meloo
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Time/Date stamp :10:01 in the morning/ November 5, 2016






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