Long Ramon Poems
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Iron your dishes
Vacuum your clothes
Defrost the oven
Unplanted the rose
light up the water
Cut the lights
Bake the apple
Televised Radio
It's so, it's so reverence
Wash the bread
Stand or kneel
Baby's howl
His shadows feel
Ramon noodles raining down
Must be cold
Broom stick old
Darkening blackness purple dawn Adams ribs
This, all this been said before I came and went
It's all, part of the reverence
written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
July 11 2017
just know my pain will never go away, I miss you more & more everyday
I wish atleast on more time i can hear ur voice or feel ur touch, I just
love & miss you so much
It's not fair why did you have to go and leave us all behind, Damn
my nigga I wish I could go back and press rewind we should of had so much
more time
Without you it's hard to smile at all ,I remember everynight waiting for
you because you would always call
You would say "shorty" you ready to come threw,I would say yes I'll
be outside 5 minutes later he would come get me & we would go chill everynight
that's what we'd do
Then the next day he would bring me home in the morning around 8
sometimes 9 now he's a angel of mine
I remember almost everynight around 10pm he would comeover to get me
and take me to his house across the street, Our memories I play in my head on repeat
I'm thankful that God let us meet
It's so hard to understand I'll never see you again I miss you so
much my dear friend RAMON since your not here I'm all alone
It use to always be shorty & cholo, Now it's me,myself and I
I'm now riding solo :(
I filled out those IQ tests, ten years apart
Each test I took scored me one point from Mensa
Years of College, I should not have taken art
I put the blame on Top Ramon and pizza
Not the sharpest tool in the shed, by far
Balancing ideas to sway my mind
My solutions might be lacking in part
But the answers I get, settle in time
Our intelligence needs challenge, my friend
A problem solved, we subconsciously wonder
Question a question to question again
Just to come up with more thoughts to ponder
There's three kinds of genius on the beaten track
Those who can really count and then those who just can't
Some are out of their minds, but they will be back
Geniuses are artists with names like Rembrandt
I want to ask a you a question I found
What does the Statue of Liberty stand for?
The answer is simple, she can't sit down
Intelligence detests this subtle humor
So the next time you have lost your pen
Don't think of yourself as an idiot
This happens to many of wise men
They have gone on to greatness, without it
Intelligence
left you flat like a domino
Passe clings to crazy ways
Ramon is blitzed trying to bop
You two
What are you looking for
Eagley takes it easily
Stand just buy me
That's Bennie we call him the king
Davies bowing out he's going through some changes
Len and Mac Snooped out with the Doc
smoking imagination Chronically outback
well live and let
Back to the party
That's Abbey shes dancing like a queen
wants to live forever
That's Chuck we call him D That Tasty Tea
and he is G a professor riffing about the power fight
You two is he with you or
That's Will he picks up up about midnight
El tongue is pierced its messing up your song
This foxy lady will be anywhere the hens drink
Hes Garf and Si they are always silent
Say hello to mr blue Thats Skye
Those two who turned
the bar to an oasis
Definately pissed Maybe don't know
The guy by the Radio
thats head
hes a bit of a creep
Kurt was coming but there was something on his way
There Art Rick
He's a monkey
Eh Do i wanna know what
Can't here you
for the tunes
i never forgot
Based on true facts and this poem is dedicated
too one Ramon Fuentevilla.
The person who could not be replaced
We search out many friends, lovers and
acquaintances only to get that 1 person who can
not be replaced. There our most trusted our
very best friend but this poem is about my
very best friend who could not be replaced
by any other, yet he fell into a life of drugs
and a attitude of another. I did not understand
why he couldn't face his demons. He just turned
from the best friend one could have to a life
filled with dope and a taste of crime to going
to jail for a very long time. My Ramon was a
guy that made me laugh when I wanted to cry.
He always knew what to say even if life was
so bad his strength grew into me. I would give
my life just to have him back for 1 more round
of sharing, his way of caring and just that
smile that lives with my memory of the man
who could not be replaced by any other. So I
pray every night he will have time to try to
see how really special he was to me.
SPECIAL 83th BIRTHDAY DEDICATION TO AKINWAMDE OLUWOLE SOYINKA
HEARTY CONGRATS
The Great Wole,
Here you are with another added age with grace
The grace of the creator bestowed on you
Shines the light since the very day you were born
And up till now at age 83 the light shines brighter
The Great Wole,
This is the day
Another happy day signed by the most High
For who has made you go this far
The art world, humanness, the creativity in you
Are ever exceptional, inspirational and dramatical
And has got no end, they keep flourishing
The Great Wole,
Varieties of God blessings will never cease in your life
At 83 the wishes are still many more years and good health
At 83 continue to grow from strength to strength
And from one glory to another
Forever the leading light will shine in you.
Happy Birthday!!!
POET: Osundiji Ramon
13-07-2017
Form:
A Spanish Farmer Goes to Fetch Water
The limestone, thought Gonzalo, was a sponge.
So soft, the raindrops pocked it. It absorbed
it all, and slowly bled it back. He looked
along the path, to where the outcrop rose
out of the greens and browns of fecund earth,
its face all cracked and fissured. Morning sun
lay on the soil, like a considerate
young lover. But the limestone prominence
cast cool foreboding shadows on the land,
a cloak devoid of color. To his left,
Gonzalo saw Ramon, the blind white mule,
flicking his ears. A carrot was expected.
Below, Gonzalo's "parcel" drank the sun,
the lion-colored corn close to mature.
His barn was bursting. Almonds, olives, pulses,
pomegranates, figs. "Thank you, Fuente,"
slipped from his lips, unbidden. Off he set,
his wooden bucket swinging, for the crag.
He loved the ritual of his morning trip.