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Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

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

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

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

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

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

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

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

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

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

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

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

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For Boiled Eggs and Mountains


tonight as I eat my hard-boiled eggs

I find myself grateful

for simple things

even the stink of this egg

as I peel it to sprinkle

Himalayan Sea Salt upon its cooling form

the salt

tasting like butter

and the mountains who made it

those mountains who jut into the face of God

men make complications

and things

and when we are lucky

men and women make art

and music and dance with one another

in peace

but a Great Spirit

made this egg

this buttery taste of salt

and the mountains from which it came

these are not simple

but give simple pleasure

which is so great and

overwhelming as to bring

me joy

a satisfaction

and pictures in my mind

metaphors of goodness and greatness

which provide me with unending peace

Thank you Great Spirit


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 10:43pm 6/2/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET AND WRITER OF THOUGHTS MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD....AND FOR THE SIMPLEST OF SIMPLE THINGS, NOT SO SIMPLE






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