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Best Poems From
TOM RAMSEY
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Light and Music
In a breeze of a moment
she found my youth
and awakened so many
long slumbering passions.
She feels like velvet
and tastes like rain.
She laughs like a little girl
and she smiles in her sleep.
Brushing her hair back
from her eyes
I caught her winking at me.
She blushed.
I smiled.
We kissed.
She is away.
I had to write.
I cannot sleep.
Tom Ramsey
Read more: sleep poems, girl poems, rain poems, hair poems, music poems, light poems, smile poems, passion poems, kiss poems
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Patient Morning (for Lindsay)
The reddish glow from the yardlight
bends its way through the shutters
and illuminates just a bit
of her shoulder and neck.
The rest of her is hidden
by sheets and darkness.
I sweep a lock of hair
off of her cheek
and see through the half-light
that she is smiling.
She ignored the alarm.
I rose to sit at her side.
I rest my hand on her shoulder
straining through the darkness
for a clearer view of her face.
She wakes.
and starts to speak.
I press a finger to her lips and
tell her to go back to sleep.
She pulls the covers tight
around her shoulders
and wiggles into a ball.
Ill wake her up shortly.
But now I just wait.
I wait for the sun
to creep over the horizon
and gift me
with enough light
bending through the shutters
to illuminate just a bit more
of her shoulder
and her neck
and her face.
Tom Ramsey
Read more: rose poems, hair poems, sleep poems, light poems, sun poems, smile poems
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Requiem for the Hunter
Upon hearing the news, the Seraphim were dispatched to cry the command:
Pray the clouds to block out the sun as it dawns oer the swamp.
Bid the moon to wane to new.
Dim the stars and still the winds and waves.
Silence the beasts and fowl.
The geese shall not trumpet,
nor the ducks hail.
The feral hog and the buck shall not bellow,
nor the doe stomp her foreleg.
The coyote shall be forbidden from baying,
and the squirrels from chirping.
The woodpecker shall cease his rapping,
and the crow his cawing, and the owl his screeching.
The drivers shall step down from their mounts
and halt their whoop and call.
They shall lower their horns
and stop their horses from neighing,
and their hounds from wailing.
The rowers shall raise their oars.
The hunters shall lay down their arms,
and quiver their arrows,
and halt their pursuit.
No trap shall be set,
nor any line or net be cast.
No cartridge may roar its blast,
nor any muzzle flash.
Take his gun and his calls,
his rod and his reel,
his sling and his creel,
and set them in the nave of the forest cathedral.
And there they shall lie in state, undisturbed
amid the sentries of Tupelo and Cottonwood.
And the beasts and fowl may pass
to pay their silent, humble respects.
And when the last of them has bid him farewell
and all is at rest, the wind may resume,
but only to whisper his name
through the Pine and the Willow,
the Cypress and the Oak,
and to herald the tidings of sorrow on Earth
and the joy in Heaven by calling;
The Hunter is Dead,
Long live the Hunter!
Tom Ramsey
Read more: farewell poems, sorrow poems, silence poems, moon poems, joy poems, heaven poems, wind poems, sun poems, horse poems, respect poems, star poems
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The Statue of Col. Geoffrey W. Lundy
These marble eyes are weary
from the daily viewing of
intolerance and pettiness,
apathy and haste,
worry and strife.
Lay a blanket at my feet.
Share a glass of wine
with someone whose voice
your ears weep to hear.
Slow down and read
the bronze plate at my boots.
There is a story there
no greater than your own.
Comment that I look like
your uncle, your father, your lover.
Smile as you pass me
and I will bend the marble to
smile back at you and try my best
to wink.
Tom Ramsey
Read more: smile poems, father poems
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