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I Long For Stars

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..



3/2/21 --We Are Not Statistics On The Evening News....(possible title for actuarial recital we hear on the evening news...)

All Beings Considered

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

So Glad I Met You

A Man Called Tsuris

MOLECULES

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

The Patterns Which Once Made Up The World... (March/February 2021 poetry)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)

Max on the max

Ramada

After Wide Sargasso Sea

The Differences

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

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I  Need To Fly


coming at night
on dark webbed wings
fluttering before my eyes
I see their shadows
they are darker than the night
like India ink

to make them leave
I blink
but they are steadfast
and hungry
maybe even greedy
I know they need me
to survive

outside the blips of light
wink and wander
Do those far away eyes see me
see how it is to be
surrounded
but wishing mostly to be alone

my hand in the palm of the sandman
sowing the soothing seeds he sows
guiding me far and away
how I long for oblivion
and the blink and nod
and not this judging
bowl of God

mercy, my secret meal
give me its thinly papered host
and glass of grape
seal me up in the awaiting
aluminum pod
and catapult me into my sky

the world is too much with me
and the weight is
inside
and I
I need to fly.


COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:03pm 10/4/2020 TIME DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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