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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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Great Spirit


my great spirit does not live
in a book
he could not live there
it is too small of a place
and those words are others' words
which do describe their experience
but it is not mine

my great spirit lives everywhere
in the colors of the earth and the sky
in the calls of birds and the voices of the wind
in the stones I collected as a child and put in my pockets

my great spirit does not hate or discriminate
he observes, counsels, hears and knows
he sees all but without eyes
and notices how
I talk from my insides
when I need to be heard by someone wise
one who doesn't have wisdom measured in mere years
but in limitless experience

I need no words to feel a shift
where my heart is
I often see what others might not notice
as a sign

he shows up even when I haven't asked
and I realize I wasn't as alone with my cries
he is in my legs as I walk and dance
he is in my hands as I paint and write
he is in the sun
he is in the blanket of the stars
he is in the cat or dog come to greet me
and in the child who smiles and stares
he is in the mountains
he is in the cooling water
and in the rain as it touches me everywhere

thank you Great Spirit.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
WRITTEN 2/13/2020 11:48 AM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
SITE TITLE--MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND THANK YOU ONCE MORE GREAT SPIRIT.





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