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Spokes Spoken

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Too Clearly Now

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

WRAPPING IT UP RAP... July 9 2018



From The Point Of A Star

Plain Speakin'

Someone Send Out A Search Party

If I Were Your Island....

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

I Long For Stars

This Is It

Its Their Problem

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

the life and times of Medusa

Max on the max

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

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

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Someone Burned The Trees

Crowded Out

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Feel Fine(r)

Try To Have A Good Night

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

A Promise Is

Something More...

STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD (legal copyright Melissa A Howells 6/13/2018 10:01am PST time/date stamped)

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Storms


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they have been watered
and grown in water
my words
fueled with storms
and fury
packing the force
of F5 tornadoes
or category five hurricanes

here is the only place
you may have seen them

my storms
the ones flitting across my face
meteorological demonstrations
of the cataclysms
within
and sometimes
too
little earthquakes
betraying something of me
from underneath

I've been an ocean
disturbed by the tides of other moons
yet, no more

the moon and I are friends now
rough night no longer invades
storms do not possess the power to antagonize

I listen to
silence now
the crickets
the passing of the second hand
of the clock

my words and I are almost
friends
friendly

the ships in my head have docked
the winds have miraculously be-calmed themselves
God is in the Heavens
the Sandman
I've recognized
maybe even welcomed

everything is circular
the Weatherman
has found a new job now
in a far off town

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November 2, 2017 2:27PM PST
legal copyright for this work/poem/
and also for this author Melissa A Howells and also for this
legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

re-edited for clarity and precision of tone/idea
January 11, 2018/9:15am PST





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