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

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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)

The Off Brand

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

Mister Misbegotten.

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

Lull the Day to Night

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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YOU DO NOT GROW OLD


the rise and fall of breathing

this morning
an even-ness
tells me you are alright

but what about tomorrow
and later on
tonight

who knows
how the future goes
and what's in store
keeping the surprise

I wear cautious eyes
lately
that's all you can see of me

I hold the days
and thoughts back
like a stemming of the tide
I dam them up
trying to
keep them alive
for the reliving

I return to the memories
that keep on giving
the sustainers

today
the world's dominated
by strife and whines
and the want-it-all and
want-it-back complainers
while some
barely hold on

we're holding on together now
rubber banded and band-aided
to the now and to our past

the growing noise and chaos outside
is something we try to keep at bay

maybe that's why I'm listening
so closely today
to the evenness in your breath

all  who you are is precious
wish I could strike the bargain too
to keep trouble and death
from knocking at the door of us
the best of two

you do not grow older in my eyes
you grow sweeter on the vine
the only bitter in age
and in the wine
is in how much longer the bottle will last.



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9:38am JANUARY 8 2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED
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