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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If



Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

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

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Max on the max

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

the brand of disappointment

Boy Restored

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

Ramada

Sometimes I Hear Him

the life and times of Medusa

why not ask the cat?

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I Have Changed My Mind (waiting un-patiently for Spring)


their skeleton arms embrace the sky
the quivering trees have lost their leaves
and I have shed my memories

the golden halcyon days are gone
the sun is out of town
and I wonder when the wind will be kind
it does nothing but remind me of
its hissing cruelty

I may be winter born
but I have changed my mind
I am no longer a Winter's Child
this child has gone underground
and waits un-patiently
for her Spring
instead.





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I woke up with this in my head:

legal copyright for this poem/work
by this author/writer Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
for this legal copyright site title:
straight from her "Tilt-a-World"

7:34 am PST/ November 18, 2016
time and date stamped.





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