by Jack Ramey | May 28, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The insubstantial beauty of smoke lilting upwards from an unseen stack on a clear winter morning, lifts the heart as briefly as it rises, and then fades away with the wind; attacks the senses with acute demand as sharp as battle lances brandished centuries ago...
by Jack Ramey | May 15, 2015 | Jack Ramey, Poetry
[Poem] No rivers in China Return to the sea As once they did Throughout millennia Bringing tiny bits of mountains To form sand on the ocean floor. All rivers now are dammed. Valleys flooded; cycles destroyed. Ghosts of Wang Wei and Li Po weep. Art and poetry vanishes...
by Jack Ramey | May 12, 2015 | Art, Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
[Poem] The last few bars of Mysticali Rose drifting down the street mixt with dust and rolling mesquite the beat lingering there in that corner where heat gathers itself up into a knot of tangled memories and squats in a heap of rags and print and sighs out loud for...
by Jack Ramey | May 2, 2015 | Poetry
[Poem] Oh America, you never got over your youth – All those slap-happy penny dreadful tales of Billy the Kid & Wild Bill H. went to your head and stayed there like lead poisoning. You talkin’ to me? You must be talkin to me cause they ain’t nobody else –...
by Jack Ramey | May 1, 2015 | Jack Ramey, plato, Poetry
… [Poem] And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, And shall go out and deceive the nations Which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them together to battle: The number of whom is as the sand...
