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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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What If


what if you lost
yourself
what if you lost you
in a fire
or a firestorm
you became ashes
and you had to rise again
what if

what if
you had it all
and let it go
a kite string-free
sailing above everything
on a bright blue heaven of luck
and hope
you could give and give
because
you were born on third base
but were generous
and didn't care about your place
what if

what if
you didn't need a thing
could make whatever you needed
from anything
something from the heap
of something from the ground
your brain kept you from going down
you were a thriving
survivalist
no one saw your footprints
because their impact hardly made
a sound
what if

what if
you loved all creatures great
even the smallest of the small
size made no difference at all
like from the large-ness of the houses where they lived or
how fine were their clothes
or the sort of food they sieved
unfamiliar you were with all messages and messengers
of hate
every color was a color of the rainbow
and then what if
you thought the world
and everything in it was
meant to be kept and to stay
not just the Special Of The Day
what if



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/RANT/WORK
AND BY THIS WRITER/AUTHOR
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND FOR THIS SITE TITLE:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
TIME/DATE STAMPED 6:11PM PACIFIC TIME
FEBRUARY 19,2017
written directly to the page, unedited





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