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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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The Light Tomorrow
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Sep 2, 2009 8:31 pm
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We praise the child and quickly see the smile
and know for sure tomorrow will be grand
a tide that turns it takes but just awhile
till peace appears - it's now the Promised Land.
Ignored the child or otherwise abused
a mess is made that's hard to be undone
the good that says advance, the bad confused
with this as sure as ever was the sun.
The course of life that's altered, day by day,
our calls construct the verities that are:
the thoughts we think the deeds we do the way
is paved from here onto that distant star.
Because it's here tomorrow gets its spark,
let's look to light forsaking all that's dark.
-Richard
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Of Councils Keen And Calm
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Aug 31, 2009 5:04 am
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Uncertainties abound we're tied in knots
and given time we're sinking deeper still
assumed the worst in plots and counterplots
a world gone cold to feel such awful chill.
With answers found the edginess subsides
we feel secure our councils keen and calm
the interchange, as such, where peace abides
made room for words each one a soothing balm.
In dialogue consensus that's achieved
ongoing talks the netting that we need
attained the goal relaxing and relieved
but first we stopped and planted such a seed.
The push for peace is not the realm of fools:
all rivers run, compare the stagnant pools.
-Richard
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Pursued The Dream
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Aug 30, 2009 2:15 am
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Pursued the dream the dreamer's hold is firm
no letting go though voices should dissent
gone deep the self in coming full to term
whence what is said is also what is meant.
Integrity's resolve that takes command
one's wherewithal is not a swinging door
forged straight ahead the road across the land
the dreamer found but dreaming all the more.
(Our world that's changed by visionary zeal
a foreign phrase capitulate or quit
from off the block the sanction of the seal
the lesser lease a sham, a counterfeit.)
Pursued the dream with vigour and with vim
the dreamer finds the dream in search of him.
-Richard
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When You're Attuned
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Aug 29, 2009 3:29 am
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When you're attuned you hear the keener call
a thing beyond the psychic sort of play
apprised the soul of perils that appall
someone in need a beating heart away.
What makes you move is love and that's the key
no ways curtailed that instant urge to aid
so deep the draft it's now necessity
for you to prance upon that promenade.
The Universe at work within your frame
for openness allowed in your estate
you hear it call, it clearly calls your name
and that's a world that's never made to wait.
When you're attuned you take it all to heart
and truth be told the plan's to play your part.
-Richard
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Little More Than Play
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Aug 28, 2009 12:41 pm
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You're messing up yet laughing all the while
your mind that's geared to take it all in stride
faux pas no wise deterring from your style
when in the end what matters is you've tried.
You got the drift on things in aeons past
deciding then upon the course you'd take
and so it was the die was surely cast
a pact thus sealed you never would forsake.
Retained a touch of yesterday's domain
whence innocence the drafting of the day
the "booboo" hurts but transient is the pain
and in the end it's little more than play.
The child in you in gaining such a grip
allows for things that surely need to slip.
-Richard
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The Missing Link
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Aug 26, 2009 5:33 am
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The missing link refers to things unknown
and this applies across the board, and broad,
kept secrets well inside the heart of stone,
as well as said the garrison of God.
Applied the theme to humans, little more,
we've seen the rise of controversial call,
religions oft with mandates to ignore
what science sees applicable to all.
But science too has weakness to display
to think in terms of shutting out the soul
a pompous push that seeks to rule the day
and in the end to clamour in control.
The missing link is in these very lines
but that we'd learn to open up our minds.
-Richard
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Your Eyes Are Stars
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Aug 24, 2009 7:12 am
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Your eyes are stars on summer nights a-gleam
that light his way when darkness sets the tone
the sparkle-shine enough to make him dream
that firmament's a frame that's his alone.
Your eyes are stars on winter's coldest eve
and he is warmed to fall within their gaze
renewed his faith the way he'd now believe
good fortune's smile upon his worst of days.
Your eyes are stars across an endless sky
whereas he sees like never once before
by love assured of blessings always nigh
and this he feels inside his very core.
Your eyes are stars upon the nudge of night
to him no less than heaven's holy light.
-Richard
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Of Déja-vu’s And Tears
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Aug 23, 2009 10:50 am
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Sometimes we meet it seems like déja-vu
a kinship felt a magnet that's so strong
attraction rules in ways we never knew
if oft perceived this day would come along.
Sometimes a thought that seems to be our own
sometimes a word that we ourselves could speak
sometimes a joy that seemed for us alone
but now is shared while knees are growing weak.
Sometimes attuned we feel an urgent ache
sometimes that ache reveals a partner's need
sometimes from this we quiver and we quake
to think in terms of things we now can read.
Sometimes no ways of holding back a tear
sometimes apprised of why we`re really here.
-Richard
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The Door Into Darkness
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Aug 22, 2009 5:19 am
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The fish swim on though obstacles are rife
an urge inside that surely makes it so
no quit in those the while the least of life
to think in truth the trek's against the flow.
A lesson learned observing such a scene –
the Universe come knocking at our door –:
let's stop and think upon that putting green
are we on par who'd tally up the score?
The faintest forms advancing strong and firm
we've need to pause beholding such a sight
to think so much has truly come to term
when here we are yet struggling with the night.
(While true the dark can hinder us and more
who's locked us in that bolt upon the door?)
-Richard
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