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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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What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?


There's a group online
which meets bi-weekly
they discuss death
in a friendly, open atmosphere
totally non-judgmental
open to all
black attire not required

snacks provided
lots of beer specials
Kleenex not provided

I linger there
at this meet-up listing
and consider
showing up as
The Grim Reaper with sickle in hand

then
I recall a Death and Dying class in college
where I asked a classmate for cigarettes
to put in my ears and nostrils
I remembered I silky sunset-red underwear
in my backpack

after installing the cigarettes
into their places
wearing the underwear on my head
my friend and I cut up
we were immediately expelled for the day
from the lecture hall

my friend wore a hat like Michael Nesmith's
on his bald head with intermittent hair sprouting in
which was standard dress for him
and was not yet trendy like it is today

I too was recently relieved
as I'd been mis-diagnosed with Leukemia--
my results, however, had been mixed up with someone else's

on the down side of the teeter-totter,
I'd just learned a long-distance boyfriend
had told me that he was trading up to a rich sugar Mamma
while my parents' twenty year marriage crashed and burned
into a fracturous nasty divorce

the cigarettes and underwear had provided
much needed comic relief
levity, it seemed to me,
was the death therapy maybe
we needed the most

so, I am feline-curious now
what MORE could this
Death Meet-Up
have to offer?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1:13PM PST AUGUST 14 2019
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THE NAMES OF THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE BEEN WITHHELD TO PROTECT THE GUILTY...HA-HA








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