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Daniel Richmond Poems
A Love Lost to Time
My Fathers God
I never knew my fathers God I do not know for sure he had one He is in heaven now but one could argue That he never left
The power of nature, best viewed from afar Like the hammer of God with a wrecking bar Because to be too close, is to know fear the most Not fear of death but a life that is toast
Where were you young child When others played wild Galloping on clouds, swinging from trees Whispering in ears, screaming from bees
Somewhere In The Kitchen
My dog built a spaceship My bird wrote a book Somewhere in the kitchen My crab is a cook
Iced up rivers rolling to hell Shivering souls greater than I The horse shit and gun smoke, the deathly smell Of a battle for the reason why
Crystal Blue Eyes
I've written about her A life in a song I think not of her daily But all day long
From spears and hatchets they held in palms Came muskets, machine guns and atom bombs In rank and file they did emerge For a crumb of bread or another urge.
Empty Comment Box
This is a poem about an empty comment box Don't look for it soon But if you do, and if you are not slow Just gather your thoughts and...please...
Nothing sadder than the auction At a broken church, where religion is sold For a dollar or two Where often we're told
The fawn lies still, in the grass on the hill Awaiting life, or the life of another A jackal, an ant or the milk of a mother So savage, so serene, to lie perfectly still and to not be seen
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A Love Lost to Time
Timing was everything, for this lady to die.
While she was asleep, awakened was I.
She lived in a dream and loved with a sigh.
Heaven holds her now and only God knows why.