by Jack Ramey | Jan 27, 2021 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
…………….. In Memoriam: Steven Urchek Death is the mother of beauty The mother of us all Birthing us on to new journeys Into new identities Melding us with the Holy Spirit The All-One Over-Soul. And on January Twentieth 2021 A day of hope...
by Jack Ramey | Aug 6, 2020 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
Marc and Anne-Marie live in the shadow of the Marquis de Sade’s chateau between Le Coste and Coustellet in the hot magic of Provence. They live like children of wonder who have no past or future who laugh at everything and sing secret songs to the sun. They make...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 11, 2019 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
. The Iroquois called you O-he-O, the Wyandot the Oheezo, which some took to mean “sparkling,” others “white,” while the French took it to mean “beautiful” :– La Belle Rivière, the beautiful river they called you and they were right, at times you are white, at times...
by Jack Ramey | Jan 10, 2019 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
. 1. A great bronze god This morning Swollen and muddy, Slowly silting down, Muscles rippling like some Giant water stallion, Moving past Broadway, past Elm Past the geese at the floating marina Past the stacks of the monolithic power plant Past all the bare and...
by Jack Ramey | Dec 31, 2018 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
………………..- .- for the corporate heads of Honeywell Hiawatha combed the snakes From the mind, preparing the way. Preparing the way for Tadadaho, Keeper of the fire of the One United Longhouse of the Haudenosaunee, The people of the...
by Jack Ramey | Dec 9, 2018 | Poetry
Barely contained laughter slicing open the heart of the matter exposing the irony or hypocrisy of all our tendentious moments here on this long wave we’ve been riding for half a century. Jack, I see you now in old man’s shoes, a linen suit, a straw boater and a bright...
