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Coming Off Small

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

Crowded Out

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

Malla Batsick

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Love A Cat

Cuba Libre

Fragile Shell Of Morning

Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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To Those Who Need
Their Lives
Pollyanna Pure
Wonder-White Wise
Red Orange and Yellow Alerted
so sorry your not pleased to be not pleased
you're on notice/ be advised:

the news is
its in the wash
sweetly neatened
cleaned and sanitized
the meaning quashed
the language is now nicely squashed
saccharinely serene
information that's not
for the faint hearted
nor the knife-edge sharpers so keen
on dulling us down

so here you've got it
the nine and four one-one
bleached lilliest of white
delivered at the butt of a gun
for you to glean
the truth from the subterfuge
will hopefully be unseen

its all
guaranteed to make a proper scene
for your indelicate sensoria


oh how  
I wouldn't want to offend
but rather be the fair-weatherest
fraudish-friend
isn't this what you want?

so
hope you enjoy
misinformation
spread on thick
and obfuscation
is your first pick

I offer up this chilling mess as
evidence of
an obvious lack of sincere remorse
and lamentation

yeah,
I hope you like it-
not

(Please sir, can we have some more?)

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In regard to freedom of speech/
it no longer seems to be so free.

Freedom OF The Press
is essential to Democratic Freedom.
ITS CALLED THE FOURTH ESTATE
It exists to keep those who'd like/grab
all the power in CHECK.
It exists so we are protected from those
who would take away all of our rights
if they could.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POETRY/WORK
ON MARCH NINETH 2017 TEN O NINE AM PST
TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOUR/WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR
THE LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
(REGISTERED)





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