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Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)


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

All The Changing....


Lonesome Love

two out of three people

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

cat speech

Funny, Not Funny

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....


A Dog Should Have His Tail...

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019

Checking Out


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

Last Night

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

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always wanted to be
a dancer

on a stick

didn't know how to be
in my body
newly released
from its cocoon
of extra skin

didn't like my competition
sorority girls are coquettes
but behave
have friends in herds
wear labels
don't step outside the lines
I was no girl
who wanted to be a sister
didn't want girls as friends
preferred sports
and men who were thoughtful
funny and could be well-spoken
and either banter or debate
not be vacuous nor pliant

I wanted to be defiant
and brave
not a slave
to my female body
to use it
to express who was living in
my insides

carefree spirits
do get stepped on
or sometimes are caged
is it better to be predictable
not good enough for the stage
behave and don't flee your box

this is hard to write
and most likely
will get misunderstood
by many
I will write it anyway
in anyway I can

I wanted to be someone
but I felt the bite
of the reins
the foul briny stench of it

what happens when
later on in life you chafe
deliberately ignore
all those who sought to deplore you
in your past

take them to the task
its never too late

work in progress
written frankly directly to the page
legal copyright for this poem 5:16pm PST 7/13/19 time/date stamped
and also for this writer/poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

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