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I Came From Water

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Every One of Us Has a Door....

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

After Wide Sargasso Sea



The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

All Beings Considered

Great Big Waterproof World

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

The Off Brand

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

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

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

Burying the Dark

So Glad I Met You

Being Ourselves...

Knock, Then Come Through

I Need To Fly

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Turn Forward

Uncovered

Beyond Door Number Three

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

The Blue Buffalo

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

The Differences

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


a mirror
does not always reflect

seeing
is often limited

clothes
hide the man

a smile is no smile
without matching eyes

Mother and Father
are not titles or names
but indicate biology

friends
are those you choose
to love you
as you are

miles are more than roads
but wrinkles
and scars
the pathways
we wear on the inside

animals see far better
than their eyes
their hearts have
special talents

a hand up
can readily slap you down
a hand out
can have strings
but those who have nothing
give all they have

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and also for this philosophical poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted and registered site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

random thought dots and suppositions...suspect to change
and the changing of the mind and times....





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