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OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

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)

The Better Poem

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

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

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

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

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

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

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

Marinate On This

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Mister Misbegotten.

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

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

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

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

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

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

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Taking Up Alley Living


he's a little minx
and wears his striped suit
with pride
no jail could hold him
he is
the escape artist

but oh how I want him

lithe and light on his feet
how he loves to dance
and play the way
a child does

and my hear beats harder
and the smile I wear
wraps around my face like
a scarf does

but he's wildfire
and orange delight
and eyes that shimmer impishly
in the flickering last light

its not easy
to hold onto him
so sleek he is
with moves so smooth
and no words to speak
but lots of catting around

one minute I think
we're talking
and the next he's a ghost-
gone

his shadows shifts shedding
nary a splinter
and I think he's the most
sweet boy I've seen in awhile
I'd even hang with him outside
despite this cold winter

if I had a bushy tail
I'd make him my boyfriend
and take up alley-living.


(For Blaze)


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
EDITS TO COME LATER 1:27am 12/24/2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

WRITER RETAINS ALL LEGAL RIGHTS TO HER POETRY. THANK YOU.










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