Richard Allen Beevor
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Richard Allen Beevor Poems
Today, The Last Day
I read somewhere once upon a time, that in the last days of this world, people will turn their face from God and treat him as a crime.
Single Route Through The Valley
Flame red, explosions blue, green came the light from the sky, different hearts were beating wild,
Life to Life
Leaves on the trees shine in the glory of golden street lamps, in the paving stones passing by are a million twinkling stars,
The Tigers Sorrow
A tiger quickened his rapid pace for he had come to fear, the hunter with its blazing rod that took a life so dear.
I walked to the field, the green of dreams, saw the sky, as stars grace the night, hills explode in light when the sun rose aflame, rays of power abound with their might.
Robin Williams died last night, I just felt the need to say to those in heaven what dreams may come,
No Space Thing, Nothing Space
Nothing is real, no thing is real, nothing is real, no thing is reality. Yesterday is the past but once it was the present,
All We Can Be
Wistful as the gentle breeze, heavy as a crumbling tower, voices of opinion rise, to enthral each knowing hour,
She lay by the waterfall, hair cascades into the stream, He waits by the forest edge, of her love he dreams.
Epilogue To He
Raven dark upon the stone young man frozen to the bone, question falls on sorrows ground sum total in confused surround,
A Christmas Rhyme
I Love You Still but You're Not There
Remember last summer your warmth to the touch, spoken emotions for you I loved so much,
I could answer your call but I'm in hell, you should see the reasons but you're not well,
A Lovers Knot
Nights black cloak fell from the town, together in love they had lain, morns first light stole through the window, the lion of passion slain.
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Today, The Last Day
I read somewhere once upon a time,
that in the last days of this world,
people will turn their face from God
and treat him as a crime.
They will succumb to Godless lusts
and diminish their spirit,
give their hopes to money, greed and power,
choosing fleeting fame, grind their souls to dust.
Following religion as if it is a fashion,
making face appearance at the church
filling up the coffers,
forgetting the Christ, his death and passion.
I read somewhere that sea shall take the shore,
everyone dip their toes in the waters of