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The Loving Art

I Long For Stars

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

The Stars Go Out

OUTER SHELL



WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

Great Spirit

I Came From Water

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

It No Longer Surprises Me...

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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The Differences


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and so mere words

the tenderest of insincere platitudes

separate us from the beasts

(THEY REASONED)

how they circumvent the globe
scuttling and searching for lost prayer flags

SO SORRY says the barefooted man hanging alone
from the rafters

NOT LIKE ME  says the tired woman sitting resolutely
in her seat

RENEGADES AND SAVAGES say the ghosts whispering through the blades
of the buffalo grass that no longer grows on the lost plains

DEFY AND WE DIE says the Irishwoman clinging to her dead children
and pointing her bone-finger
at the black-potato of English parity

NO MORE UNDER THE BOOT
speak the eyes of the be-spectacled resolute man wearing swaddling pants
sitting in the un-quieted dust of India's trampled streets

WE SHALL OVERCOME sing the voices of a people facing snarling dogs
and poised hoses in the heated suffocation of the South

GIVE ME SHELTER weep the Mothers and Fathers separated forever
from their children in gulags near our southern borders

THE SLIGHTEST DIFFERENCE  cries the young boy blown high into the air
--surprised to be able to reach out and touch the face of Allah

DIFFERENCES --
HE SCREAMS AGAIN

THE BREADTH OF A SINGLE CAMEL HAIR

HUMANITY  it hissed as it breathed into the the pale pink lungs
of the fragile ones

AND THEN
THE SKY  BECAME RED AT MOURNING
AND CAME DOWN RUSHING IN TORRENTS
A MONSOON OF THE TEARS
OF ALL THE BEASTS AND BEINGS IN THE WORLD

AND THEN EARTH WAS OVERRUN BY THE FLOOD
UNTIL IT AND THEY
WERE NO MORE

WOE AND SO
THAT'S WHAT IT IS
ISN'T IT--
SPOKE GOD,
SADDENED AND ALTERED

THE DIFFERENCES.

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LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:15AM JUNE 17TH, 2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS
AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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