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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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Optional Feature

I come to work
to answer the telephone-
sun shining in my lilting voice.
Greeting the clients, the boss
with a mile-wide smile...
I nod. I glow. High-beams on profile.
Concentrate. Somewhat Insanely Controlled.
Visualize a Giant Toothsome Jack-o-Lantern Grin.
Radiate without.
Nearly burning out my bulb within.
Return home to
face the woman in the mirror.
Reassess and remember where she has been...
stack up all impressions,
toss them into the recycling bin.
Unscrew the hinge,
open the cabinet door,
deposit the smile
(do not forget the tarnish remover)
into the plastic container
marked in brown "optional feature."
After all, it is a
smile like all the others,
exactly like the one from the day before.
Reach for another container marked in pink "frowns."
Gently, readjust my chin and forehead,
feel the slack in my jaw,
feel my face settle down,
feel my shoulder settle in.
Flip the flexible mental switch
and the weight falls off...
the mind, unhitches,
the tickle feathers release as I cough,
perhaps I even laugh.
Then listening closely to soft pulsing music,
slowly, somberly
the notes persuade me, woo me to dance.
I bend, (without concentration) I sway,
I free-form like its my last chance.
Finally for the first time,
from my insides to my out,
 I am, I will be
 H A P P Y.




All Rights Reserved By Author  October 25 2011

Melissa A Howells Meloo of Tilt-a-World
coming straight to you from The Land of Odds










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