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Recurring Dreams
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Jul 28, 2009 4:56 pm
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Recurring dreams are messengers assigned
to wake in us awareness to a theme
our higher selves thus helping us to find
the answers sought outside a world of dream.
Reminders rife we'll finally get the drift
if truth be told the process will be slow:
preoccupied, our tendency's to shift
our train of thought so often touch and go.
Subconscious surge reveals the deeper ridge
addressed the mind beyond the bounds of time
informed the frame on how to use the bridge
whence metaphor adopts itself to rhyme.
Recurring dreams are not the stuff of chance,
they are the drums by which we're made to dance.
-Richard
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The Transformation
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Jul 20, 2009 5:04 pm
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I took a stroll along the shore
And saw the sea unlike before
As well the sky so broad above
For now I walked along with love
And love was keen and love was kind
And while I walked I was inclined
To view the world a different way
For love you see had made my day
And with the change I was now keen
To spread the word on what I'd seen
That others too might know as well
A world transformed a world to tell
-Richard
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If There's Love To Vow
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Jul 11, 2009 12:47 pm
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If there's love to vow it's the here and now
That's in need of hearing it
So the future day's in a better way
When it comes to nearing it
As we gear for war and to strike once more
Have we made the most of it
With our flags unfurled it's tomorrow's world
And we'd make a ghost of it
If we've eyes to see then let's hear the plea
Not to harm the least of it
Joined our fellow man with the better plan
That's to make a feast of it
-Richard
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The cloud of ages past, two forms
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May 9, 2009 12:37 pm
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The Cloud Of Ages Past
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Huitain (wee-tain)
The critic courts the poet's page
Not much to do but gadabout
Perhaps deduced the self a sage
A statement made as well a shout
Enforced a rule and given clout
Despite the cloud of days long past
The ageless mists that put to rout
The "certainties" of time so vast
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Triolet (tree-o-lay)
Upon the page the poet's pen
That tells the tale in seas of ink
To future days the where and when
Upon the page the poet's pen
The here and now that's lived again
Whereas such lease as leaves the link
Upon the page the poet's pen
That tells the tale in seas of ink
-Richard
May 9, 2009
These poetry forms, done in iambic meter, are closely related, but each has
its own inherent power, something which I have personally recognized in
writing hundreds of each. The rhyme schemes differ widely, and each form
is good in developing and mastering rhyme. They are some of the simpler
forms to use, say, as opposed to the more demanding sonnet.
The huitain, rhyme scheme: ababbcbc
The triolet, rhyme scheme: abaaabab
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As sure as spring
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May 9, 2009 3:11 am
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He sits on the mountaintop
because he prefers the breezes there,
not because he is a master,
ascended.
In spring he as well as grazes with the deer,
braving the open fields in daytime,
his hunger for metaphor overlapping
that of chlorophyll:
winter is cruel to him too.
Still, he lives here and now, tomorrow
be damned! Air passes over his lips each time
he inhales. He knows renewal.
Exhaling he laughs at the caretaker of souls,
concluding that for now at least
the reaper is taking the physical him back
in carbon particles only.
Inside self-addressed, stamped envelopes
he will once again mail pieces of himself
out to the world. Some will get it, some won't.
Either way, it's okay by him. There will
always be spring and deer in the fields.
-Richard
May 8, 2009
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Let Shadows Loom -three huitains
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May 8, 2009 11:48 am
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In wisdom found the answers sought
With not a doubt but this is true
And where one stands thereat the spot
That offers up the best of clue
With things now known we never knew
But here the while for us to find
Perchance we checked our point of view
And came in search with open mind
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Let shadows loom the light remains
In time revealed all things that are
The point of view one entertains
Will leave him caged or take him far
Removed by him each single bar
And so it goes the picture clears
If now and then perhaps a jar
The truth made known as it appears
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The loving heart will make you swoon
Such promise made the world is awed
Bequeathed to you the silver moon
Where night itself must now applaud
Beyond the sky beyond the broad
The universe with such a glow
Sure God Himself now gives the nod
While shooting stars put on a show
-Richard
According to Elfwood Tutorial poetry forms, the huitain is of Spanish origin. It is an eight-line poem, each line written in eight syllables, usually in iambic meter.
So,this is not a three-part poem, but in effect three
separate poems.
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Swinging On A Star
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May 6, 2009 6:04 pm
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Inside my dream there is this stream
Where fishes lunge and leap
And there I go my line to throw
When I am off to sleep
While on that bank I've God to thank
For giving me this lease
So much to say I kneel and pray
For knowing such a peace
But still there's more for me in store
If hard to fathom this
But oh it's true there's also you
With heaven in your kiss
While we're apart I take to heart
My dreams for what they are
With God above and your sweet love
I swing upon a star
-Richard
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His Mother
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May 5, 2009 2:30 pm
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His mother's eyes were focused, calm and clear
And he for one was often in her gaze
Her link with love to charge the atmosphere
And leave a light he'd follow with his days
The years elapsed into a man he grew
And all the while he garnered from her glance
Such wonders worked within her field of view
He watched her eyes to swear he saw them dance
Because of her he came to understand
Where love abides, there, beauty will be broad
And fair to say that it's the Promised land
And trekking there's to gambol with your God
In time she went into the setting sun
Her light to lend unto that enterprise
He's hopeful now that ere his days are done
He'll look, somehow, as through his mother's eyes
-Richard
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She Shakes The Shadow
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May 3, 2009 8:40 am
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She shakes the shadow, is the light,
The sun at hand because of this.
It matters not for nudge of night
She's beauty-bound and borne of bliss.
Her praises sung she's earned the right,
Phenomenal her quasar kiss.
One step ahead of all the rest,
She moves the moon that rides above.
A heart of gold within her breast
She knows to wield that "golden" glove,
The gods themselves now surely pressed
That they should name a greater love.
In velvet eyes her soul revealed,
Those portals wide for all to see,
The scent of rose sent far afield
As though to test Eternity.
Borne this in mind one's fate is sealed
Perchance aligned their destiny.
-Richard
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Absorbed, unaware
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May 2, 2009 8:18 am
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In the concert hall, enthralled
as we are, awareness yet
wanes, choice notes
left to linger.
You can listen to my heartbeat
absorbed in your passion
there still will be times
when silence rules.
Do you hear the drum, the cymbal,
the harp, and the flute? Listen:
do you perceive each poem
a beat of my heart?
-Richard
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