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Fragile Shell Of Morning

Joy Restored

Love A Cat

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

The Crow Is A Songbird



Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

July's Message

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

the brand of disappointment

Some Will

What If

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

A Man Called Tsuris

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Sometimes I Hear Him

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Long For Stars

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

Some People

She Is My Friend

Beware The Sign of Sagittarius

Need You (note of encouragement to self)

why not ask the cat?

The Un-Promised Land

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

If I Were Your Island....

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after- midnight marauder's ice capades


in the dense fog
of a snowy night
two shadows flitted across the grounds
startling me out of feverish dreams
like two small bear cubs
they looked to be about that size
mischief makers gliding  
across the glare ice
their expertise startled
my torpid mind awake
what magical movements these two marauders could make
bounding and chasing after one other
with unending joy in the dark
as if a parking lot could be
their amusement park
when suddenly one of them glanced up
and I peered into a pair
of bemused masked eyes
then I witnessed one give the other a nod
so that the both streaked off
down the drive
into the gathering dawn
yet sprinkled over the lawn
crystallized a memory of their romp
fresh and glistening still
within my mind
until the widest smile formed
I felt like a child again
I knew I could be happy



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BY THIS AUTHOR/WRTIER FOR THIS SITE TITLE
DECEMBER 19 2016/ 7:46 AM IN THE MORNING/PST
MELISSA A HOWELLS/MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

TRUE STORY FROM RECENT EXPERIENCE IN THE MIDDLE OF
A NW VERSION OF A WINTER STORM

RE-CONSIDERING THE TITLE..MAY CHANGE LATER ON









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