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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
Enlarged obsession,
pictured odors of desire.
Too bad, they are flat.
November 16, 2008
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The grumpy Cape skies
whipped wrath unto all of it.
Everybody cried.
April 16, 2014
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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
Winds, winds, they all freeze
the warmth, singing birds, to sleep.
Welcome, winter wake.
December 15, 2013
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The halo just woke
what cold this earth was longing.
In joy, the moon danced.
December 13, 2013
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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
Covers uncovers
skins of mostly selfish acts –
four-cornered romance
November 16, 2008
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His pants on his toes
wondering what he's holding -
a nest or a bird?
November 16, 2008
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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
Eyes shot of hell's crimson,
Hands octopussed on keys,
He dreams of the morrow,
While at Facebook, he gazed.
April 22, 2014
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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
The quick thumps made
me realize he is breaking
down, little by
little –
As opposed to those
footsteps of his bolding
audience – on a
rattan chair.
He must have thought
of fortune as plenty as Dinorado* .
However, he is a Chinese;
he had no ornate of
cats, of Buddha, of dragons
– he is allergic to them.
But he is a Chinese;
and Chinese believe in
luck, charms, and
curses.
*Dinorado is a rice variety.
Ca. 2007
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Windsor Roland Ramos Poem
Half between
five
and
six,
I was on that same
old stairway, adoring
your air.
You were standing against kettle people.
You were waiting for the next rocket bus.
You were radio-free and mob-less, as usual.
Half between
six
and
seven,
I strummed my
frustrating romances,
adoring your air,
though you’ll be
far, always.
Ca. 2006
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Flesh-only loving
– mimick heavens from the start
then hell afterwards.
November 16, 2008
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