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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

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

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Ramada



She was named "Ramada"
after the inn where her parents had slept
during the waning days of their
Las Vegas honeymoon.

It was a moniker more suited for a horse
and only served to remind her
of the inn.

Yet it afforded the vantage point of being
different
and much more.

Deliberately she wore mismatched clothes
in off-putting combinations of color and pattern.

She relished the notion that she could readily be mistaken
for a forgotten child,
perhaps even something as rich and rare
as an orphan.

Orphans had no obligations to anyone
other than themselves.
Her early gained independence from the age
of eight had been a very worthwhile pursuit.

More than anything,
Ramada preferred her own company,
yet even more so she desired the simple pleasures
of a drawing tablet, a good book
and her own imagination.

Her teachers may have called her bright
but Ramada knew better.
Bright was an adjective reserved solely
for light bulbs
not for people like her instructors,
who, at times,
could also be, like light bulbs,
quite dim.



legal Copyright May 31, 2016 7:07 AM PST
All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo (Ramada) Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World
all ideas, prose, poetry, rants are the expressed
legal property of this writer

thank you kindly for reading, says Ramada.....





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