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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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When Da Wolves Come Near

He said go on now & cry your own river & sink
your own boat-you draw your own oars girl or
you learn how to float. Tomorrow's always
comin' & you best be prepared. The world's
not fer ninnys, it don't pay to be scared. The
world's full o' lessons but yah might as well
learn here,keep on cryin' lil' Missy & I'll
give you somethin' fer your tears. Well,
Momma didn't do nothin' but hide in her bed,
and worry and mumble 'bout why she got wed.
The childrens all huddled n' smashed in their
beds while words and fists reigned oer their
heads. And the minister knew everythin' & the
town knew it all,but the families n' friends
never did call. All tired of the bother, all
tired of the crawl,they washed their hands
like Mr. Pilate,let the children take the
fall. Do you know why they's distant, why they
can't stand each other near? Good Shepherds
never leave lambs when da wolves come near.




Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
Copyright 2002
Tilt-A-World

In a style and voice akin to James Whitcomb Riley.
But based on a world that was once my own.







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