Maryanne Richards

The sand the seagulls
And the rolling waves
As they crash upon the shore
Quiets the mind.
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He was old and bent
And way past his prime
But those who knew him
Thought he was fine.
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Walking along the river bank
In the breeze, listening
to the wind in the trees,
Singing there song through
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Watching the dark gray skies and waving palms,
The flowers drooping their heads
And sheltering under the heavy laden leaves.
All the while the pond filling
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Why does this way of life
Create so much struggle and pain.
When did this darkness begin,
That I am caught within.
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When one has love
One needs nothing else
Not even one to love.
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The matter of the fact
Is the fact of the matter
About which, thinking only distorts.
If once seen as the fact
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We are but players
In the game of life
Bowing to the unseen
And unknown god.
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Why do we hurt so,
What is the reason.
All the good works
Seem to be done with intention.
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The years have gone so quickly,
It seems like yesterday
That the light that shone so brightly
Was taken away.
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Life is for living.
What does that mean?
Does it mean we should chase
Every fanciful dream.
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Desire leads the mind
In all its cunning ways.
All around the known it goes,
We see this while in a trance,
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I see in you the beauty of a jewel
It opens up my heart to see the sun.
I ask, why does this not last?
For I have felt the hand that defends you.
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Children need nurture and care
And love of course always there.
They need freedom to grow,
Not, do as I say for I know.
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Memories, they come and go
Here and there to and fro
Some take us back to the good times
And happy we are to go.
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As you pass this way say a quiet hello
Even shake a leaf or two.
We send you our love with the wafting perfume
As we open our face to the sun.
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What is it that makes me, me
That seems so different from you
I am a body a brain and genetic past
I am ideas and ideals and conditioning that goes deep.
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For a long time
I've been looking for me
With the past as my guide
And fear my companion
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Death is in the birds that fly
And in the morning sunrise
Together life and death abide.
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Where is the joy
That catches the heart
And comes in a moment
Unbidden, from nowhere,
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