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You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions



Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

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The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

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The Off Brand

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Broken Things Are Beautiful

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

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The Nature Of Water

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

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Tender Love New And Quick...

The House Is Alive

Little Bundle I Call Joy

the wonder that always shall be...

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

Cat's Speach

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


I've been around some
and a lotta lonesome

and most times I know
I'd make a good friend

the sorta-kind of get you going
and getting you outta that spot
that I've been

a pal-around
who makes you wanna
skip into town or around the block
again

I share what I have
even when its my all

I'm a real suspicious
character
maybe that
why
I don't have a tribe
but I have a howl
of hurt

I befriended the Lone Gunmen
and left my hat and coat
at the Thrift
so I could no longer be identified
I won't chomp down on the bit
nor the gossip of the doomed

its often been easier
to live astray
off the shift and
far-flung away
and very alone

sometimes to stay alive
I've had to live loosely
and keep my options
available and on the fly--
with my entanglements
on the down-low

yeah
I once was
that Ancient Navigator
that Situater
that out-on-loan pole cat
improvising myself
when I'd no more trick in my hat

then I found me
--the girly
somewhere lost twixt and tween
and woman and a child
if you know the kind I mean

thought she was a tosser
and a scrapper
and a keeper of the keys
she's tough on the rind side
and silly underneath

she a genuine juicy-lucy
and I'm pretty certain no one's yet
borrowed her style

we mix-a-lot
but nothing -flatter-fancy
we may mess it up so we can make it up
she's a jolly-good lotta fun

a patient partner
the kind that makes my heart reach
and if take a dip or two
I know I'll never fall...

so I've mended up my breaches
and I'm counting down my wanderin' days
I've simmered down my moving on
and I've taken up new tee pee ways

we're getting on in years
but mostly getting along
she tests my metal
she takes me out for a smile
we play the course, set our sails

she loves the way I sing my songs
she likes to curse
she's overtly expressive
she's reminds me of a cat
who's always first

we like to tussle
she likes to tango
we like to cuddle
she peels me mangos
we like to stay up late
and fill in our gaps
and spice up the urge

I've settled in
gotten comfortable
no longer shifting my weight out the door
I'm the precious dust she's swept up
I am her synagogue I am her temple I am her church

we are the future
I am her tasty fly
she's the Momma spider
I'm her catch
her reason why.  



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 7:38PM PST TIME 5/11/2021 AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER M. A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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