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

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Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

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This Is It

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I Long For Stars

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

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Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

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Enjoying My Newly Acquired Small Deserted Island, Thank You...


Dear Diary:

How shall I describe my new purchase
my newly acquired small deserted island,
it surely cannot be described in any small way
certainly, it requires lots of tasty sensual adjectives....

a black peppercorn breeze
sprinkles my spice islands
possesses the bluest bays
requires only happy simple days
all the sunsets ease across the horizon
grins grow wider here than melons
I feel a certain blissfulness by the seas
I relish the full on kisses of sunlight


and how the shimmering sands bake and warm the feet
what an endless alabaster beach this is...
so like an uneven hemline of paradise
and skirted by groves of swaying palm trees
which provide many quenching drinks of something succulently sweet
each morning begins my endless toast
to a joyful parade of marching summer daze
and bathing suits are worn or optional

this is certainly all a girl could ever want
my newly acquired deserted island
is the best thing
I ever bought myself...
Signed,
One of the Siren Sisters
(newly retired)

I am so done with dirty smelly men
lost at sea.



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by this author/writer/ Melissa A Howells
and for this site title Meloo/Straight from
Her Tilt-a-World
December 30, 2016 ten forty five pm
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