Caryl Ramsdale Poems

Blown up
Pleasing judgment
Of me, myself and I
Built on companion’s deflation.
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I saw them somersaulting in midair,
Scads of frolicsome things in human form;
Diving, leaping, flashing light everywhere,
Kicking up a magical firestorm.
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You’re
so
easy
to look at—
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She
primps
her like
reflection
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A cherry wood desk,
One inclined computer chair
Fill a writer’s space.
His thick scribbling block and pen
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The shell of a crowned head, old and back bent
knew her loveliness no longer beckoned.
The fellow with the hollow cheeks was spent.
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“People Who Live in the Correct Way”—try
To know respect—to hold sacred—to awe;
To be uncritical, to not ask why.
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This door was cut from the same tree
That held Me up for all to see.
There's no latch, bolt, padlock, or key;
Swing it open, (your name) , come with Me.
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Remember the simple life
When students bowed heads to pray?
If asked why teachers answered,
'That's the American way! '
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