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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

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

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)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

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

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

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

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

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

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

Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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Wisdom of the Infinite


Night leaned in and laid out
His stars bright and infinite
and Mars looked back over Its rolled shoulders
and did not blink

the Old Hunter is now going to bed
and I see Him turning to His rest
I wonder, how He sleeps...

in the near-distance the mountains of men
pale, un-moving in the moonlight
they stand tall and rigid
mute unthinking
monuments..
though thought went into them once
their many-closed-eyes curtained
and inscrutable
so many-celled hives
for living beings
not awake
and always asleep,
unlike me

I want to feel what its like to be Stars
to be brilliant though finite in Their infinity
..T
to make a pattern in Their sky
so that beings beneath and beyond
may see and lay claim enough
to make one singular wish

I see in Them
intelligence
which knows no bounds

Their silent witnessing back
lingers down into my depths
into the bowl that is the hollowness of
this Dying Planet and Humanity

how we could have better loved
and lived our honorable stewardship
of ALL that makes up Life

and that, for me,tonight,
is
and could have been,
all the difference.


Legal Copyright For This Poetry  written directly to the page
2:17AM PST June 26,2020 time and date stamped...to ensure copyright.
And also for this legally copyrighted poet Melissa A. Howells
and for her legally REGISTERED and copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World

written during one of my many wakeful moments in the NIGHT.







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