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The Innovative Urge
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Nov 28, 2009 8:11 am
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Deviceful draft is hard to comprehend
the fertile mind seen nebulous as cloud
as oft as not a drive around the bend
a puzzled pose for crying out – and loud.
Though cutting-edge the innovative urge
artistic flair will leave some in the lurch
prolific press as well a power surge
a fiery flash that overwhelms the church.
The avant-garde forever to the fore
epiphany good fortune or a fault? –
the prodigy a thunderbolt and more
what yet revolves so vibrant in the vault?
The curious kind adroitly lend an ear
but all on hand are not on hand to hear.
-Richard
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La Belle Surprise
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Nov 27, 2009 2:01 am
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Astonishment occurs we're feeling awed
so much apprised we can't articulate
conclusions drawn it surely must be God
come down to earth his court to consecrate.
There would be truth within deductions made
to think in terms of Oneness holding sway
with heaven high therefore on promenade
the Universal All that rules the day.
Amazement comes upon the measured mile
epiphany precipitous, extreme,
the "calling card" no less circumfusile
than if the Dawn itself lived out the dream.
La belle surprise is what the "flash" is for
with not a doubt there always will be more.
-Richard
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Sometimes A Friend...
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Nov 26, 2009 12:46 am
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Sometimes a friend will take the extra time
a helping hand to stir us good and deep
a memory made that's ever so sublime
a gift that's free that's meant for us to keep.
We will be moved (if now and then to tears)
a wondrous world that speaks a different tone
good fortune found explored the new frontiers
whence sacred space as formerly unknown.
Advanced the cause the Universe decreed
when first the thought of heaven 'pon this earth
such gracious gift no call but we'd concede
a seed to sow for everything we're worth.
Sometimes a friend will set it all in play
and we'll be changed forever on that day.
-Richard
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Each One A Turn
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Nov 25, 2009 3:55 am
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Each one a turn at taking center stage
the spotlight cued and focused on the spot
the book of life that's added such a page
no ways denied the property that's hot.
It matters not the audience is small
or else so large that every seat is filled
each one a turn and comes that curtain call
no ways held up the billboard being billed.
Applause be loud or else the sound subdued
plays out the part befitting who you are
and in your time you'll show some attitude
each one in turn that's meant to be a star.
The stage is set the critics must concede
each one in turn is meant to play the lead.
-Richard
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Tabula Rasa
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Nov 23, 2009 3:09 pm
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Erased the slate a starting point that's new
released the self from yesterday's assize
warp speed ahead a different point of view
with Captain Kirk aboard the Enterprise.
A case is made for knowledge that's attained
familiar frames that cause the mind expand
development a gift that is engrained
the barking dog that barks at your command.
The social norm a construct of the state
erased the slate a second time around
engaged the graph that God is at the gate
the pits of hell adjured as hallowed ground.
Computer keys and viruses en masse
erase the banks still posers come to pass.
-Richard
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What Treasure Love
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Nov 22, 2009 12:32 pm
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What treasure love that always more arrives
than what went out upon our level best:
the seeds we've sown a garden now that thrives
the steadfast thumb that always stands the test.
What treasure love upon the least of note
to think of things that more than multiply
with never chance to say that's all she wrote
when for a fact its limit is the sky.
What treasure love so fitting and so fair
that angels weep upon the least of it
forever found in designated prayer
with hopeful hearts to make a feast of it.
What treasure love we'd overcome the odds
ascent the mount and be at home with gods.
-Richard
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Anima/Animus
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Nov 20, 2009 2:12 am
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Confusion reigns inside a fellow's mind
a sweeping change that overcomes the frame
to aestrogen the system now assigned
if still and all a thing he cannot name.
A woman's ways are altered, clearly so,
a puzzled look that's flush upon her face
the nurturer who now is on the go
a foreign self that now she must embrace.
The middle years befuddling as can be
the arc grows wide in separating mode
a grip oft lost on tolerable degree
that line of old no longer being towed.
Perpending path the only route to take
on slippery slope that makes it hard to brake.
-Richard
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Of Paradise And Poise
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Nov 18, 2009 2:19 pm
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To love no end this is the goal in mind
and hope runs high tomorrow will adhere
a push for peace a world that's so inclined
there'd be no doubt made understanding clear.
A touch of truth forever tells the tale
enlarged on life one's purpose to the fore:
let wisdom work it's rarely known to fail
while dark despair is gone, to be no more.
Goodbye to fear for soaring with the soul
mortality a bind but that we'd think
of happiness as hype, without control,
as silence fell upon us while we'd sink.
The Sacred Scroll that bids us rise above,
it's Paradise - and poise - in league with Love.
-Richard[/B
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Scratching At The Stone
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Nov 17, 2009 5:07 pm
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But one medium, really, but one tool also...
from the Mastermind down to the mind
and so, then, the steadfast and studied
schematic scrabble...
the artist taking his/her place
within the realm of those testing the stone,
none greater than the next,
merely in a given place and time,
scratching.
Call it brilliant, still shall the wave of time
wash upon the shore of reality and erase it,
though it would have its day in the sun...
held up to the light observed in the making
and remaking of itself, Art a constant...sand
through the hourglass, moving...the hourglass
forever upended, hence the evolution –
and devolution – of form...
the continuum.
All the better that the artist knows
the vis vitalis contained therein,
down to the last solitary grain,
fully apprised that all sand was once stone
and all stone was once sand,
in witness, thereof, so much
for the scratching.
-Richard
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Sometimes A Dream...
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Nov 16, 2009 12:06 pm
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Sometimes a dream is little more than that
and you forget upon your waking hour
dispersed the "dust" and this in nothing flat
deduced in this it never had the power.
But then again some dreams will linger on
and you will dwell upon a puzzling part
ongoing notes as from a whistling swan
in echoes heard that hammer at your heart.
Recurs that dream to mystify the mind
a world that spots you staring into space
to wonder now the way that you're inclined
bewilderment that's etched upon your face.
Sometimes a dream is hard to understand
like wizards are when using sleight of hand.
-Richard
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