greg richardson Poems

What do you expect
a lonely childhood
and a disease
conspire
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I am no Mark Twain
But then again
He was no Greg Richardson
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A day before
half way-
whether I'll really
live to eighty
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Hatred
so raw
no enemy dare
come my way.
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In her belly
shines the sun
a baby dipped in
golden light
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Collapsing mind
my truth revealed
I will die
but I'll live again soon.
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I wonder how you know me
much better
than I know myself
I've lived this meager life
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Here we are
face to face
and I will not
forget the place
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I'm a dime a dozen.
No one will read my poems
but my family and friends,
and then I will die,
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Who knew
it would end up
like this
a mass of poems
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