Rick - Hello Poetry

Rick Jun 2018

And sent to me on a floating breez,
Periodically throughout the year,
Is a little message from someone
Sent for me to hear

I catch one and then the next
And reread what I've read
Then think hard before I return
My little message filled with led

I toss it out and it sinks and falls
For it knows it covers lies
My writing reads one thing
While my heart wears the desquize

If just one would make it
Then you could peel apart
My letter and burn to ash
The package which conceals my heart

To reveal the truth
Look beyond the words that I have said
And dig deep into
That hardened ball of lead

Apr 2018

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Constant Stranger

I visualize you
who I will never know,
Constant Stranger
I call you, I imagine
you when I write
and to think, you
will never know me
like the few who
I am close to, those
who say: I don't
understand what you
are talking about,
but I know what you
mean...you know
there is no other poet
on earth like me
and I know there is
no other poem in the uni-
verse just like you
and every two folks
have there own way
of loving, the poet
and the poem know
what they like, like
the kind that takes us
into different and strange
countries until we realize
at midnight, we are alone,
you and I, Constant Stranger,
anonymous mates whose love
can never be consummated.

This poem speaks of love between the poet and the poem not yet written, but wanted in the way we find ourselves wanting that anonymous, perfect lover somewhere out there in the uni-
verse. Or something like that. You may not understand what I'm saying, but I hope you know what I mean, Constant Strangers, poets and poems all, friends in our uni-verse, write me that perfect pome.

Rick Apr 2018

Pulse

Place the tips of your fingers against your throat and feel the rapidly increasing beat branding your skin. Trace where lips of her's once pressed softly against flesh and allow that forgotten message of unconditional love to seep in. Don't you yearn for it with upmost desire? Doesnt it burn like a rod which has been left in fire?
Then, when the boiling blood is cooled, and that rods been dipped in water causeing steam to rise. When the excitement ends with pain, and you remember how you forced from your mouth a goodbye. Remember that she will never be too far. On your neck lay her lips in the shape of a scar.

Rick Apr 2018

A chat

Talking to anxiety, whose name is plastered deep inside of me.
When we talk I try to be the one to retain his self sanity.
Chatting only works so long, my spirit only can remain so strong.
Screaming out a silent song, whenever says my fantod something wrong.
Scaring me without an end, like tiny bleeding wounds that will not mend
Terrorizing his one friend, with the constant alerts that he will send.
Ill need to learn to live with how I feel, though my body will not heal.
Ill transform consternation into zeal, thats my bargain of this deal.

Rick Apr 2018

The question and the answer

I wish to be an artest
To draw quite beautifully
Or be a scientist
And think with ingenuity
I could be a baker
Baking with a chemist's flare
I wish to serve my country
To have the strength to fully care

Yet i have not the brain
Nor any skill in my hand
Measurements drive me insane
And ups one direction too hard to stand

I wish for a thousand lives
For a thousand things to do
Gods given me this one
What am I gonna do?

Ive found the answer to a question that I thought was lost. I thought sailing a ship threw a sea and having the world under me would bring happiness. I thought I could ride the motion of the ocean without care and there is where ide be remembered. To live every moment as if it were my last to do everything as if it were my only chance. But what are skills but mastery of a subject that time has been spent on. And what is the world but a place I could spend forever looking for and never find. Its not about finding the most beautiful scene or performing crazy acts. Its about the ones you love. Ive come to face that fact. So at the end of my day when everything is threw I dont want to spend it in open waters, I would rather spend it with you.

I wrote the first part a while ago, but I reviewed it and found that I knew the answer all along.

Rick Apr 2018

Humanity's hungry hell

There in the black the beast's butchered body lays, slain.
Cooking over a bbq, fire fueled from propane.
Like roasting a pig over some large open flame.
It smoulders, and savory smells start to claim
Hungry hungry humans .

Theres a place people prefere to gather around
Where they take chances chasing checks into the ground
And the winners cheers are heard from way out of town
Lots of loosers loose, but theyll come back to that sound
Hungry hungry humans.

sitting in a bar, a ring wrapped round his finger
Here after a long fight with his wife, he lingers
His wife's call goes threw but he quiets the ringer
He's Seen some sitting chick, and grabs a drink to bring her.
Hungry Hungry Human

I write with wasted desires to have it all
But prides power pays by causeing me to fall
Onto my knees I shall go, where out comes a call
I beg for some knowledge like that given to paul
Hungry hungry humans

Still a work in progress. I want to give it seven stanzas. Each about a different sin.

Rick Mar 2018

A bomb

I stood over a still river on a bridge which connected two lands
I let a small boulder slip out of my hands
A cracking filled my ears as it broke water and caused a massive ripple
Side effects from the rock which dived into the calm body like a missle
Or a bomb.

Then pulled out a coin from my pocket and flipped it. It lands on the ground with a thud. The presidents face protruding out of the mud. I looked down to ask him " now how do we fix it?"