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The Inner String

The Hoping

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train



Nameless

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

The Little Bird Said

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Different

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Checking Out

Devious

Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Last Night

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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

Words

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

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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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legal copyright for this poem/work
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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