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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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Enjoying My Newly Acquired Small Deserted Island, Thank You...


Dear Diary:

How shall I describe my new purchase
my newly acquired small deserted island,
it surely cannot be described in any small way
certainly, it requires lots of tasty sensual adjectives....

a black peppercorn breeze
sprinkles my spice islands
possesses the bluest bays
requires only happy simple days
all the sunsets ease across the horizon
grins grow wider here than melons
I feel a certain blissfulness by the seas
I relish the full on kisses of sunlight


and how the shimmering sands bake and warm the feet
what an endless alabaster beach this is...
so like an uneven hemline of paradise
and skirted by groves of swaying palm trees
which provide many quenching drinks of something succulently sweet
each morning begins my endless toast
to a joyful parade of marching summer daze
and bathing suits are worn or optional

this is certainly all a girl could ever want
my newly acquired deserted island
is the best thing
I ever bought myself...
Signed,
One of the Siren Sisters
(newly retired)

I am so done with dirty smelly men
lost at sea.



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by this author/writer/ Melissa A Howells
and for this site title Meloo/Straight from
Her Tilt-a-World
December 30, 2016 ten forty five pm
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