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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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Only The Choice To Be


borrowing
that's what the poor do
ownership has its drawbacks
sometimes I'd relish
the responsibility
a house
a cat
a yard to plant a garden
a place to belong in

I'm more like the prairie
holes to fill
and wide open spaces
and the wind passes through me

gone here are the family farms
and sloughs
and buffalo
most of it belongs to a big silent entity

I feel the miles accumulated inside of me
I see them
when I glance at my reflection

if I could be real
settle
be a true Indian
with choices to wander
or stake a claim

today I see
the poor sometimes
only have the choice to be
or not
(what choice is this?)



legal copyright for this poem March 6, 2019 1:05pm PST time date stamped
and also for this writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted
SITE TITLE--MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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