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I Long For Stars

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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...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

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

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

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

The Off Brand

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

Great Big Waterproof World

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>>)

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

Broken Things Are Beautiful

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Little Bundle I Call Joy

the wonder that always shall be...

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

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

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THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN


wakened
I was by my heart and head
burning
realizing a fact that heated me
more than most

i have lived
as I was not
i have chosen
as i would not have chose

where to put the blame
do you wonder
where to put
if there is fair and square

should I wear this gaudy trinket
as a fancy
wear it boldly
tie it into me
like a bold but gaudy ribbon
overwhelming
my raven hair

pretend to be
but not to be it
pretend to feel
but not to know
the true feeling
that would relish living
underneath it
acting as if i'm
the way of my world
the transforming lies
of me they told

i let them make of me
a blunder
i let them shape me
pour me into a useless mold
i no longer let them make this blunder
I will no longer do and act
as they believe
as they've blended me to their expectations
to their beliefs
yes I've grown wicked
I am bold

underneath my shiny
new skin
underneath
I'll now slither out
become the snake they
shunned and reviled now
become the power
and their bitter own self-doubt

that thing they tried to seed within me
that thing they pointed at me
to fore-swear
the accusation
the force to live it
the cross my burden
the derision and the judgment
meted out unjustly
in their mean and constant stares

I reject it
I reject them
I adventure out
from my eternal  want and winter
I breathe the Spring
I emerge triumphant
and defiant
I defy even
the bracing gift of
my greatest comfort
the fresh
and oh the enticement
of my new and constant
embracing lover of a new
emboldening sweetness
call it my Spring
in my late Autumn
I'll call it that
the Crone has  risen
from her forced slumber
shed her dead skin
risen from the underground
and climbed up
her air.



DIRECTLY FROM A DREAM TO THE PAGE 12/19/2021
5:27AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME/TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET WRITER
MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THIS IS MY CORNER OF MY UNIVERSE
YOU HAVE NOW ENTERED WITHIN.






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