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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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For Not Believing In Words

my destiny may be
perpetual poetic twilight...

i will never be famous
paid for my words
these days words are cheap
often meaningless
texted in staccato style
i'll stick with the past
try to make older days last
on pages
for awhile
and live with words
remembering
when words equaled
beauty
when words made
moving pictures
in my head
when words meant
conviction
courage
freedom
life
liberty
love
instead
of in-definitions
and subtexts
and plots
you can have the whole lot
of your fine new poli-words
and your fine new glossy world
perhaps like some poets i'm a little insane
believing in both the sacred and profane
and that there's magic and stardust
contained
in every word
and the world has become
truly tragically absurd
for not believing
in words.


I was inspired to write this VIA feedback I was giving and given. Thank you, Mr. Anonymous.
Font in Times New Roman...purely symbolic.

Copyright June 24th 2011, All rights reserved Meloo/Melissa A Howells
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