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LoveStar
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Mar 9, 2009 6:09 pm
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With days evolved he’s now resolved
To love you even more
If chances are that distant star
Is where it was before
The truth is such one single touch
He’s floating off his feet
And soon he’ll rise up in the skies
That distant star to meet
That distant ball of which the call
Is way beyond the blue
But as it glows his heart now knows
Its other name is you
-Richard
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What The Morning Brings
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Mar 8, 2009 5:40 pm
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What the mornings bring makes him dance and sing
And the mood's a joyful one
There's the blessèd bird and the promise heard
In the newness of the sun
With his rise each morn like the newly born
There is eagerness supreme
And the reason why is the night gone by
And the day that lets him dream
And the dream he holds is as big and bold
As the very sky above
Which expands yet still as it always will
For the wonder of your love
In this endless span he’s a happy man
As the morn now testifies
And he feels no shame for the heat and flame
Or the teardrops in his eyes
It's in choices made that we make the grade
And your choice was to declare
He would surely be till eternity
Was itself no longer there
Now the morning sun comes again to stun
As he gazes on your face
And he sees you stir and his mind's a blur
With an angel in your place
And he thanks his God in a world so broad
As to dwarf and make him small
In the scheme of things how his heart now sings
That with you he'd have it all
-Richard
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The Muse
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Mar 6, 2009 7:07 pm
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It's a funny thing how the Muse will bring
All the fanciness of flight
But the poet knows with the ink that flows
That she's come to make him write
And the writer's will is to write his fill
If a thing that cannot be
As the precious pen is at work again
As it is so endlessly
In the poet's heart is that Muse a part
Like an ace that's in the hole
As he writes his rhyme yet another time
Sure he knows she's in his soul
While he's duly awed still he knows that God
Has a plan for her as well
She has been assigned so he bears in mind
That’s she’s also in that spell
As the poems come he'd be rendered numb
But to know that angel's touch
He is well aware that his Muse is there
For the heavens made is such
-Richard
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Winter’s Loving Touch
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Mar 5, 2009 6:54 pm
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On wintry days your heart dismays
It’s just the way things go
Your heart is stilled your body chilled
For endless months of snow
In wintertime you mouth your rhyme
But even that seems bland
You live again the way it’s been
With footprints in the sand
The winter long you sing your song
Of basking in the sun
And glory be it’s then you see
That very special one
With smiling face she shares your space
Beneath that sun above
And all is well the world can tell
Two people are in love
Now winter slows despite the snows
You see it all subside
She makes it seem it’s just a dream
Now snuggled at your side
You beam with joy just like the boy
His footprints in the sand
The snows be massed they’re melting fast
You’ve touched her loving hand
-Richard
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His Lover’s Arms
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Mar 4, 2009 4:39 pm
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On a moonlit night he will see the light
That in silver surely gleams
While the stars above will be rays of love
Like a lover always dreams
At the break of dawn he will see the swan
On a lake at leisure’s pace
And he’ll stand and stare at that creature there
And he’ll know he’s witnessed grace
At a baby’s birth he will see the earth
As a wondrous work of art
And he’ll shed a tear as he’s drawing near
For the tugging at his heart
In the thick of things he will find his wings
And he’ll know his lucky charms
But the best of those sure as heaven knows
Will be called his lover’s arms
-Richard
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Cloud Upon Cloud
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Mar 3, 2009 5:01 pm
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Life is but a shadow
On a cloudy day.
It comes. It settles.
It fades away.
And like any shadow
It fades completely,
Lest it be granted
To memory.
For such is the shadow
That light cannot take,
And cloud upon cloud
Shall ever remake.
-Richard
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Beseeching The Beauteous Beam
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Mar 2, 2009 3:58 pm
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Hard are the hurts and heavy the hearts, Dearest Lord.
We are wounded and weakened and weary with woe.
Before you bared our burdens and banes, Dearest Lord,
Not some others, but ourselves, now telling you so.
In heaven high the Heralds are heeded and heard,
Angels, en masse, at ease and applauding the Age:
Well is the way and wishful and willful the word
That says the Peerless and Pure is painting the Page.
On earth, meanwhile, are aches that abide and abound
As families frantic and frail now falter and fall:
O God of Goodness and Grace engender the ground
To see our shoes suitably sized, never too small.
Lessen our load and lend us the Light, Dearest Lord.
On bended knees we beseech the Beauteous Beam:
We make mention of Mercy and Might, Dearest Lord,
While, in this, we denote we’re yet daring to dream.
Hard are the hurts and heavy the hearts, Dearest Lord.
We are wounded and weakened and weary with woe.
Before you bared our burdens and banes, Dearest Lord,
Not some others, but ourselves, now telling you so.
-Richard
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The Skier
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Mar 1, 2009 8:36 pm
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Good morning, God
And how are you this day
Did you send down the snow
For me alone to play
Or is that you
I see upon the hill
A smile upon your face
On skis and all a-thrill
I often think
It seems to me quite odd
That I alone should play
On snow thought up by God
-Richard
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A Chorus Of Trees
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Mar 1, 2009 2:12 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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Perfect Silence
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Feb 28, 2009 3:31 am
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Because speech should fail me
When I would need it most
I should dare not bicker
Nor feel I have said nothing
Value is but a word
And speech alone is not measure
Mood is but a vision
And that hourglass not mine
And in my hour of darkness
When shadows threaten me
I should forever be silent
But to have you understand
-Richard-
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