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Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

Uncovered

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion



Wisdom of the Infinite

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

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A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)

The Make-Up of Molecules

HOW

Haiku's In Triplicate

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

EVENTUALLY...

The Change In The Change(s)

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

EXPECT COMPLICATIONS

A New Clear

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Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

morning thoughts (begin again)

Encounter Before Dawn

Somtimes in Surrender

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

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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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