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The Language of the Loom
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Apr 11, 2009 11:25 am
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The dreamer and the object of desire
shared a space where shadows loomed and lurked
and in the silence kindled such a fire
night itself was prodded to conspire
and oh the weave they witnessed as it worked!
The movement in the marching was intense –
known by all the language of the loom –:
awash the wave that nothing circumvents
that far and wide disseminates the scents
that lovers know as loving’s sweet perfume!
A seething passion agitated space
night itself to advocate the dove
but God, no less, had come to interlace
there, then, such forms that nothing could efface
while angels sang of everlasting love!
-Richard
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The Creation of Me
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Apr 9, 2009 7:06 pm
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"You feed me in ways I’ve not been fed before!"
you said, with emphasis upon your word.
"The truth is that you wield an awesome power," he said.
"An awesome power?" you queried, to be sure you'd heard.
"You are as the tiller of the field," he emphasized.
"Oh my!" you said, "that comment stopped me in my tracks…"
"I am the ground you open up, my poems what you cultivate,
planting as you do; to me these are the facts…
"You are the creator of me, my work defining who I am,
and it is you who elicit this work, in what you say and do…
"Indeed, I am your creation, forever made anew,
my poems alive for the very sake of you…"
With tear-filled eyes, you simply bowed your head,
while this is what he wrote though words were left unsaid.
-Richard
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Heaven On Earth
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Apr 9, 2009 2:58 am
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The Universe is One, the Song of One
and it is, in the end, the Song of Love.
Things at best are rearranged, nothing
taken from the Whole – an epiphany!
Let confusion reign on the lower plane
the Oneness of One remains absolute.
Love's shadow side is said to be hate
yet darkness remains but an illusion.
Viewed in the light there is but light,
every atom an emissary and a sun.
Imbued with energy the Soul reality
connects the dots into the ethereal.
The breakdown of atoms discerned,
heaven on earth is not to be denied.
-Richard
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In Heaven's Holy Name
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Apr 7, 2009 7:09 pm
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He pledged to you his love
Upon the very first
And know in this a pledge
That’s not to be reversed
No matter what you do
Deciding as you will
Forever know his love
Is there and holding still
Eternal is the power
Eternal is the flame
He pledged to you his love
In heaven’s holy name
-Richard
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My World Of Paints
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Apr 7, 2009 1:29 am
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My world of paints I splatter like a child
Across the blue in patterns big and bold:
The colours run they’re seen as running wild
And here we’re lost when things are uncontrolled!
Great globs of green now fall upon the trees.
Upon the seas the colours now run blue.
There’s yellows flung that bring me my knees
The likes mere gold could never ever do!
There’s blacks and whites and colours in-between
Like browns and reds and mixtures not so clear
Arrayed in rows the likes they’ve never seen
And yet each one the child in me holds dear!
My world of paints I fling across the sky.
Ask children, all, they’ll know the reasons why!
-Richard
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Butterflies Forever
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Apr 5, 2009 8:00 pm
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Watch the butterfly
as it flutters before you
Keep your eyes clear
and your mind focused
It will never disappear
in the distance
Things only start to fade
when the love is waning
Kept the wonder alive
in your abiding love
Whereas the "inner" eye
butterflies are forever
-Richard
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Of Rainbows And Knowing
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Apr 4, 2009 8:01 pm
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Our rainbows seen we'd know the score
Perchance we knew what things were for
Across the skies in colours bright
The signs of peace and love and light
Phenomenal all things that are
Be they the earth, the moon, the star
The ocean wide, the grain of sand
Each thing in place as it was planned
The Universe that holds the key
Whereas all things for us to see
The rainbow's arc but one of those
As knows the one that truly knows
-Richard
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A Chorus Of Trees
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Apr 4, 2009 12:47 am
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There are trees galore on this forest floor
but there's also something wrong
in a feeling had that I find so sad
and the feeling's just too strong.
I can't verbalize but my teary eyes
have a way to make it clear
and the way I feel has the stern appeal
that there's something missing here.
As I watch them sway in the weirdest way
there's a chorus from those trees
while the wind that blows is a thing that knows
as it carries off their pleas.
There's a smog that's thick and those trees are sick
and they're dying to be heard
and perhaps I'm sad for the chance I've had
as to hear their final word.
-Richard
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Tiny Whispers
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Apr 3, 2009 1:28 am
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Tiny whispers on my tongue
Of which I’ve no control
Come as freely as the thoughts
That feed my very soul
Tiny whispers in my mind
Like echoes in the wind
Come as freely as the light
That fades and dawns again
Tiny whispers in my ear
Of secrets hidden deep
Come as freely as the dreams
That linger in my sleep
-Richard
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A Resonating Reality
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Apr 2, 2009 3:41 am
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To speak of empty space
is to miss the fullness
where the unseen seed
is a tree in the making
To walk in silence
is to cause a vibration
and vibration resonates
belying the silence
To say time does not exist
is to overlook the seed
and the vibration
where silence is no more
-Richard
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