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Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019


Checking Out

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month


Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

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I have no generations to succeed me so that I can be remembered

my name is Greek
and I am honey bee
and I bear many children
they are small drones buzzing in my head
they are my poems

I have written many
and let many of them fly off into
the air instead of
writing them down
I am no Mother to any mortal
I have no line to leave but words
no face to bear me resemblance
no one to remind the world
that I was here
except these lines of buzzing words
these droning lines

my name is Greek
my name means honey
I crave to make my meanings sometimes
sweet but more often than
not I offend
and I know too well that only a few of us
last the passage of time
the eons erase us
one day I will not even be a wrinkle
but if I could be a word or two
echoed in the air
a drone of something

Copyright September 1. 2014
All Rights Are Reserved/Preserved By This Author
All Poetry/Prose/Rants/Ideas Are the Legal Property of this Writer
Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World (copyright)
Melissa A Howells

I pay tribute to the AMERICAN WORKER today.
I do my best to buy second hand or American Made.
And to the Small Business Person. The Sole Enterpriser.
As someone who used to love wearing vintage clothing,
I looked for the UNION LABEL always first and foremost.
I liked the story the various stories the labels told.

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