Best Ramrod Poems

A curious cocktail of odours greets us 
as we move in from playground
to corridor, to cloakroom, to classroom.

Beeswax fragrance: freshly buffed parquet.
Brasso smell: base metal...

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His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped....

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October blows a symphony of sighs 
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak 
arrival as I shuffle through the park, 
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas


 October blows a symphony of sighs
 with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
 arrival as...

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October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on,...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes...

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High and Tight – for contest

His soldier stood up – ramrod stiff
when he caught the first sensuous whiff
piqued his passion to plunder
scented cheese from down...

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final dismount, final ride
pasture waits for dappled roan
girth mark of the lonely byways
lather from the battles flown
dew eyed weary, spinal backed
stumble step'd and nostril blown...

stirrup...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent...

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'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a...

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this cautious man (bobby jean) born in the u.s.a.
grownin’ up in the badlands of atlantic city
bonded with blood brothers 
felt born to run along backstreets
in...

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THE HINDI ACHE

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Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...

(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)

twill never end...

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My mother was an aristocrat,
at least in her own mind,
she had a certain noble air,
a ramrod for a spine.

She knew her face was beautiful,
exceptional and...

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Young Cowboy On The Battlefield
Remembered His Mama’s Words
‘Just Make It Home, Son …’
Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard …

Rapid-Fire and Revolution
Missiles, Right and Left
Bomb-Blasts and...

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