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Validating The Warrant
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Sep 19, 2009 10:15 pm
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He wakes the sun as yet to come on board
and thinks of you and poems needing ink
with not a chance he'd ever cut the cord
whereby his muse and loving's very link.
A blessing known at every single turn
he sings your sighs in chronographic count
his heaving heart forever made to yearn
no end in sight to mysteries as they mount.
The moon and stars in vibratory modes
he gets his cues atop the very skies
adept by now in cracking endless codes
as they'd pertain to twinkling in your eyes.
With poet's pen the Universe unfurled
he validates the warrant – you're his world!
-Richard
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Love Personified
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Sep 19, 2009 12:56 am
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The dreamer dreams of heaven, wakes to you,
and thanks his stars as only dreamers can,
to think himself among the chosen few
to think himself one very lucky man.
He walks on air such lightness that abounds
his mind is cleared of clutter that dismays
the choicest word in echo that resounds
and spells out LOVE the future of his days.
The Universe has smiled upon his frame
and this he knows (who understands the drift)
the wailing wind that's heard to call his name
confirmed in this he has the greatest gift.
Let days be dull yet doubt will not abide
he knows in you that love personified.
-Richard
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The Lack Of Love
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Sep 18, 2009 5:25 am
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The lack of love is scarring to the hilt
with yesterday that guarantees the gauge
the book of life revealing what was built
in colours bold upon its every page.
We can't avoid the verities that are
the telling truth that always tells the tale
escape not found in bottles at the bar
nor on the run upon that lonesome trail.
No piece of cake our demons to subdue
but in the end we'll take our rightful place
unearthed the past containing every clue
replaced the frown a smile upon our face.
The lack of love a haunting, daunting thing
we can reverse our heart can learn to sing.
-Richard
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A Love To Make You Weep
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Sep 15, 2009 8:12 pm
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You watch her sleep a teardrop in your eye -
so close at hand the angel of your dreams -,
descended now from out of heaven high
such blessings borne the way that beauty beams!
You longed for her through ages good and gone
unsettled states that saw you at your worst
but here and now on either side of dawn
you're at your best for she has put you first.
You can't deny the feelings that you feel
and truth be told you'd feel yet deeper still
enthused no end and never so much zeal
to love her so to know you always will!
You kiss her brow a tear upon your cheek
as silence rules this language that you speak.
-Richard
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First place in world competition
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Sep 15, 2009 5:20 am
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While it's by no means to boast, I am just a
bit excited to learn today that my poem, "Ode
To Keats" has taken first place in a World Poetry
competition. One person in the top three is a poet
laureate, so this is quite something. Oftentimes
accolades or recognition passes us by. I specifically
wrote the poem for the occasion, and it was a snap,
so it's all a pretty neat experience.
I will be getting two passes to a new movie done
on Keats' life, and the poem will be read over
World Poetry Radio. As well, the poem is to be
read at the theatre just prior to the launch
of the new movie...So, here's to Keats~!
Richard
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Just A Song Away
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Sep 12, 2009 8:21 pm
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The setting sun willl always rise anew
so safe to say tomorrow will appear
a lesson, there, imparted me and you
en route to bed with just a touch of fear.
We testify the unknown's what we dread
but circumstance we also formulate
unfounded fears that follow us to bed
increased the lot allowed to escalate.
Descends the night the robin's song is stilled
but comes the dawn its joyful song returns
the song, as such, forever being willed
resumed that song for which it always yearns.
A bird but bides its time and makes it play
and freedom's found it's just a song away.
-Richard
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Prayer For Our Home
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Sep 11, 2009 10:57 pm
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O God Most Gracious!
O builder of mansions,
of havens and hearths,
giver of gifts sturdy and strong,
make of our home a refuge
wherein evil and ill are disallowed,
all the while a place where life, love,
and laughter abide and endure.
Let not the passing of the years,
nor the harrows of the heart,
nor conflicts and confusions,
ever weaken its foundations,
threaten its pillars and posts,
nor be a barring to its doors.
Make of our home a model, O God,
an oasis in the desert of discord,
a beacon light to the errant and the lost,
a reminder to the living that love
is the rock upon which to dream,
with this, our home, the temple whereas
we ourselves are found in supplication
and gratitude, never to forget.
O Eternal Flame!
Let there be a flicker of light always,
within and without these walls,
that it may be known, far and wide, that this,
our home, is the abode that love built,
that love occupies, and that love responds to.
-Richard
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No Filters Framed
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Sep 10, 2009 6:12 am
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It could be worse you'll hear some people say
but times there are that rhetoric's a dud
to think of aches encountered on the way
as if to think the world was out for blood.
What needs be said is that you're truly heard
your pains and plights acknowledged in the end
comparisons that come across absurd
and not the words expected from a friend.
Attuned one weighs as truth what's being said
no filters framed to change a single thing
no bias used no altered twist instead
each bell that's rung a corresponding ring.
It can't be worse when stated as your fact:
a thing is whole but when it's left intact.
-Richard
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When Nanny Smiled
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Sep 6, 2009 11:34 am
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When Nanny smiled we knew of butterflies
and roses red that occupied the field
such wonders worked before our very eyes
we were in awe at what had been revealed.
When Nanny smiled the angels came to light
our eyes to reach forevermore and then
because her love had exorcized the night
all shadows left to not be seen again.
When Nanny smiled we said goodbye to fear
no force on earth to supersede that smile
and so we sang to fill the room with cheer
if now and then to sleep in just a while.
When Nanny smiled sure heaven ruled supreme
no wonder, then, we've held onto that dream.
-Richard
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Ode To Keats
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Sep 3, 2009 8:02 pm
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Bard of History and of Time
You whose soul was lent to rhyme,
Here we have your words in hand
Luster-lean and always grand.
Be it known in heaven high
Such as you could never die;
Mind so rich and thoughts so deep
The Universe but said to sleep...
Returned each day but that we'd look
Whereas such wealth inside a book.
From England's shore such beauty borne
That Italy was made to mourn
And not for stone turned icy cold
But for a youth who'd not grow old;
Romantic words aligned in rows
In purity but heaven knows
Allotted man that man may roam
Forevermore because the tome
Was not a tomb but open skies
Of roses red and butterflies.
Oh Johnny Boy how Fanny kept
Alive the dream the while she wept,
For Love uplifts the truest heart
That "ache" itself a work of Art,
If given time consumption won
The draft to read your days were done.
But you of sight far keener still
Than death itself with iron will
Had prophesied you would remain
And thus your name that lives again.
Bard of History and of Time
You whose soul was lent to rhyme
Here we have your words in hand
Luster-lean and yet as grand!
-Richard
Dedicated to one of the greatest
romantic poets of all time, John Keats
(October 31, 1795
-February 23, 1821)
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