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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

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What If



Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

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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

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why not ask the cat?

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I Speak for Those Whose Voice Would Be Taken Out Of Social Circulation


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In the low-rent projects for the poor
and the disabled
and the aged
the helicopters fly over more often
the medical examiner makes frequent
house calls
who lives in these buildings
but those disenfranchised out of
their American dreams
the smog and gas fumes rise up from the highway
the freight trains and public transport trains
have their busy tracks just yards away
the wise and benevolent city planners, the city council
and the transportation commission all planned it this way
they subsidized the high-rise low-income project where
in the summer older tenants over-heat
from the lack of air conditioning
in the winter older tenants go broke
from paying their own heat
make a choice between paying medicine and rent
or having some good and nutritious food to eat
while food stamp dollars are carved down
each and every year bit by bit
they take your pride from you
when you are old or poor or disabled
and they put the homes you can afford to live in
near the worst polluters and pollution
now you tell me all about your
phony humanitarian progressive
non-solutions

have they forgotten
we are The People?


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LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK/POEM
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR
MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
"MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD"

this isn't an imaginary situation
not some theme I simply decided to write about
it is happening everywhere in America
it completely describes a neighborhood in my un-fair city
the medical examiner comes because so many
people in that building are dying
before their time..and we ought to blindly
accept this?

if the poor, disabled and elderly are relegated
to the worst parts of the city, to locations
where they are subjected to crime, pollution,
the worst elements...what kind of benevolence
is this.  this speaks volumes to the lack
of any kind of benevolence. Out of sight,
out of mind,
seems to be a more honest
estimation.
what happens to the most vulnerable will
eventually happen to all of us...you have
heard the stories
who will come for us
when there is no on left to speak when we
are left to be the last. think about it
long and hard.





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