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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?

Tender Love New And Quick...

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

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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Only Grief....


Grief is a constant Task Master
It requires both constant attention
and diversion,
though diversion from It
can not ever be completely successful
nor fully satisfy.

Grief is as determined
as a Blood Hound.
On rainy-damp days when all of
It's  signs should be washed away,
It comes back.
There's no getting cleaned Nor clear.

Grief is unavoidable.
It finds Its way back
to sniff you out.

Grief is no Gentleman nor Lady.
It doesn't enter into agreements
nor can you bargain  with It.
It doesn't offer you a handkerchief.
Nor does It believe in hugs.

Grief has your home number and
soon enough IT will claim you
as Its very own.

Grief is near and gaining ground.
It demands familiarity
whether or not you desire a relationship.

Grief has no manners.
It insists and perseveres.
It will not knock and often barges in.
Neither sleep, nor drink nor drugs
will appease It.

There's only one solution
You must face It down.
Ask what It wants.
Comply.

Only when you've come to terms
will Grief nod
smile
and move on.


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LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 4:27pm PST OCTOBER 4, 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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