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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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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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