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Springing The Board
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Nov 6, 2009 12:35 am
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You spring the board the water down below
and briefly now you're up above it all
but as you rise there's something that you know:
a thing goes up that thing has need to fall.
You've played this out in every way you could
a play rehearsed upon the given stage
the angle wrong as well a wall of wood
that surface pierced you've chosen to engage.
Your safety net's the measure of the mind
adroit at things for weighing consequence
the future then a thing that you've designed
by studies made and use of common sense.
You spring the board with confidence and cool
the pool of life a splash – your kind of pool.
-Richard
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All Things In Time
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Nov 5, 2009 1:48 am
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All things in time are made to fall in place
no arguments to mount contrariwise:
let some to boast of rainbows that they chase
the day does come no rainbows in the skies.
All things in time are measured and assessed
and some are pulled from out the current stream
removed, it seems, forever from the rest
perchance unclear the everlasting dream.
All things in time are stamped and reassigned
recycling meant to modify the "must"
therefore to brew a batch that's intertwined
unique the vat inside the Grantor's Trust.
All things in time are settled in the sun
till light reveals the All in all in One.
-Richard
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Luna's Silent Sweep
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Nov 3, 2009 5:03 pm
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The moon is full and filling up the skies
a silver sheen that's shorting out the stars
a spectacle that's dazzling to the eyes
held captive now the witnesses that are.
There's little match for Luna's silent sweep
no crystal ball that's ever held such gaze
a beauty borne enough to make you weep
the perfect pitch for peacefulness and praise.
The dreamers dream let oceans rise and fall
a pull so strong that tidal waves appear
the Universe that blesses one and all
whence in a word attributed the sphere.
Romanced the stone that fills those skies above
whilst poets' pens are now attuned to love.
-Richard-
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Love is like that...
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Nov 3, 2009 2:11 am
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Last night, a friend lost her mother. Her mother
was deaf and had written on a slate that she loved
her. My friend is a world-class poet and wrote
and posted a poem, even in her trying hour. The
following is what I wrote and posted as a comment:
Love is like that...
When my daughter was small, I'd say, "So, how much do you love me?" And she'd reply, "I love you a hundred, daddy," in her mind a hundred meaning a whole lot.
Mothers are like that, too: they love a hundred, maybe a million, and the energies emanating from that love stir us to the bone, and we learn to love like that. We, too, love a hundred, and one of love's greatest components is the enduring strength it proffers upon us.
If we measure things in the flesh, of course, we miss the point: love, in reality, is endless. And when we allow for the endlessness, when we slip into it, knowingly and submissively, we are forever with the one who now resides there.
The slate upon which love is now written spans the vastness of forever, and while it may take special eyes to see it, to see it is to live it, and to live it is to access Eternity and to continue walking the communal course.
It is not about tears of sorrow, but of joy. It is not about an aching heart, but a heart bursting with gratitude and knowing. It is not about a wounded soul, for a soul has no wounds. It is, now, and always, about the profundity of Love. And Love is the Continuum. It has no equal but it imparts on us the Equal Opportunity.
Love, Richard
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The Haunted Heart
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Nov 2, 2009 9:25 am
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The "novelty" wears off from what we're told
that dreamy draw that tapers off and wanes
the call of which to leave us good and cold
to think that now but memory that remains.
To contemplate the past can bring its tears
a sudden surge that takes us by surprise
a lightning bolt the rushing of the years
the thrust of time that has no compromise.
But still somehow some things are holding fast
such precious things that time will not erase
should some insist we're living in the past
when vows we made were not a passing phase.
The haunted heart as well a mourning dove
implied the ache that's also known as love.
-Richard
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The Apprentice
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Nov 1, 2009 4:44 am
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She hears the wind and compliments the Void
– a hollyhock unfolding like it must –
the autumn scape that's there to be enjoyed
its purple hues such treasures she can trust.
She's willed herself unto the Grand Estate
whereby the rays so warming and so wide
an inner urge to search and celebrate
in openness while taking things in stride.
Descends the night retained the golden rays
and so she steps in confidence, and cool,
the dashing dance a billion stars ablaze
an angel's breath that vents her vestibule.
One moves ahead in incremental mode
and so she builds as bounties are bestowed.
-Richard
Nov. 1, 2009
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As Well A Seer
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Oct 30, 2009 7:45 am
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The baton twirls inside her precious hand
the dream alive that's set her heart ablaze
far more afoot than some might understand
who'd see in this a child that merely plays.
She's in her stride and discipline is key
a quickened pulse a stimulating surge
so deftly done the draft is destiny
and that itself is what instills the urge.
Somewhere in time a woman will be grown
made way for things now absent at this stage
but there and then she'll come into her own
tomorrow's tome that borrows from this page.
The baton twirls to sparkles in her eyes
as well a seer for what that signifies.
-Richard
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The Mystic Mile
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Oct 24, 2009 4:34 am
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An oddity the way we'd set the bar
the mystic made a gallivanting lout
it matters not he's dancing on a star
and holds the key to what it's all about.
Perhaps in time we'll come to understand
the thoughts he thinks upon the midnight hour
the butterfly that's sleeping in his hand
because he's come that creature to empower.
No fear is found inhabiting the soul
but disconnect wreaks havoc far and wide
and so it goes the picture on the whole
bereft a bridge where troubled waters bide.
An oddity the way we'd bar the door
the mystic mile that shows what freedom's for.
-Richard
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The Trembling Hand
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Oct 23, 2009 4:07 am
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The trembling hand can speak of many things
a fear induced that causes you to shake
an anger felt with what that anger brings
a loving link that makes your body quake.
If fear induced your hand will shake until
you take a stand and face that mighty foe
and say of this you've finally had your fill
and thus its grip has truly got to go.
While anger felt can cripple you awhile
it's borne in you to master your domain
this artless urge to usher down the aisle
till calm alone your corridor contains.
The loving link now that's a different call
for that you'd opt to tremble overall.
-Richard
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Geared To Grow
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Oct 22, 2009 3:18 am
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The drawing board will always call us back
when something's off and needs to be remade
and each in time will show the kind of lack
which makes it clear we sometimes fail the grade.
Experience comes from hurdles all the while
and expertise is something that we learn
with effort made distinguishing our style
from other folks who'll also have their turn.
Perfection's not the mandate in the clause
but that we'd work to resolution's ends
the Universe that has its seals and saws
that beckon us as ever would our friends.
We're geared to grow and growing's what we do
as codes are cracked, unravelled clue on clue.
-Richard
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