Tom Ramsey Poems

Hope swirls around the little boy's head
Jumping on the bed Christmas morning
Giddy and laughing
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Old ones from forgotten locks of long closed doors
of houses whose halls she once strolled.
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In a breeze of a moment
she found my youth
and awakened so many
long slumbering passions.
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Upon hearing the news, the Seraphim were dispatched to cry the command:

Pray the clouds to block out the sun as it dawns o’er the swamp.
Bid the moon to wane to new.
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Over the taut canvas
her fingers dance,
spreading autumn hues.
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Saturday afternoons,
my Grandfather, dressed in chinos
and a straw hat
would drive me to the Sealtest parlor downtown.
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These marble eyes are weary
from the daily viewing of
intolerance and pettiness,
apathy and haste,
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The reddish glow from the yardlight
bends its way through the shutters
and illuminates just a bit
of her shoulder and neck.
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