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The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

After Wide Sargasso Sea

Lull the Day to Night

I Long For Stars

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze



TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

The Wonder Cat

You Taught Me...

Great Big Waterproof World

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

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

The Off Brand

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

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.)

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

Tender Love New And Quick...

The House Is Alive

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IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU


the better butter
biscuit
of my mornings

the sun rise that is
found in
the opening of your green eyes

you light up the city
wherever you go
and harnessed the lightning
I'm certain you're
the origin
of electricity

the sun-lit prince of winter
presciently wise on the day
of your birth

the thorns in my heart
have become little splinters
how you've seeded the flowered-fields
with golden lions with your voice,
songs and words

your music rises like seedlings
and gathers on the wind
beneath an adoring  watchful moon

I'd travel through time
saddling  a tesserect
so I could find my way
back to each renewed version of you

your voice brings a flutter
with a  park
you're the lark
giving wings to my earth-bound heart

I've mended myself
in my broken places

I've been reclaimed
to my utter amazement
finding a welcoming
in the wilderness that's you......




LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS ODE TO MY JOY/ 3:55PM PST MAY 19TH 2021
TIME AND DATE STAMPED/ AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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