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All Beings Considered

I Long For Stars

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

So Glad I Met You

Max on the max



A Man Called Tsuris

Ramada

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

After Wide Sargasso Sea

The Differences

Great Spirit

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

The Off Brand

Out On The Street

Taking Up Alley Living

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Knock, Then Come Through

Being Ourselves...

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So Glad I Met You


Within the dust
are rainbows
and within them
are refracting particles of infinite light
and within them
are souls
random and searching
reaching out for signs
in the universe

so glad I met you.


9/2/2020 1:02AM PST time and date stamped
legal copyright for this poem and also for this
writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally
copyrighted and REGISTERED site title --
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

written for a friend, I've known three years, thank you





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