If my voice could echo, I'd let you know. The sound of it bellows, through the great unknown. If sinners had wings, I'd stray from the clouds, curl right up. Into your waiting arms. And everything would hush...

"How still, the water lies-
as the heavens lighten
and the darkness dies"

"Still", no breeze, peaceful, serene-
the trees, reflecting off the mirrored surface,
as if saying, "its going to be a beautiful day."

And, here they come!
Mom, dad, their five kids,
on their morning outing-
leaving a soft wake from those
webbed feet as they glide across the water.

There is a certain beauty in watching the ducks
and the geese this early-
I like to think it's God's way of saying "Good Morning!"-
to me.

When the world has no meaning
When everything you believe in is fake
When love and hope have left you
And you feel all alone
The only thing to do is stop and

Breathe.

Let the air clean you
Let all your thoughts go
Let all the bad things vanish
And be one with your soul.

Breathe when you have no answer
Breathe when you want to cry
Breathe when everything seems senseless
Breathe
Because the air is there for you
Giving you strength to survive.

STOP

She's mine darling
Of Spanish egress
I giveth her mine all
She returneth the best
Love letters
Stacked for her
Written on desk
A holy sanctum
Highly blessed
Though we hath struggled
I shalt not giveth up
She's mine fill
In ourn dove sculpted cup
She's perfect
Though she feels not!!!
She turns me on
Tunes me in
It's her I want
A marvel of all society
A Ruby not seen
Hidden by madmen and ******
A poets full dream!!

From: Richard Riddle
using: "nicy stephanie" or "rita derrick"


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Richard Riddle

I look around me
I walk around back and forth
I can't breathe
My head is spinning in thought
I can't breathe

Someone get me out of this dark tunnel
I can't breathe
My heart is beating really fast
I can't breathe

Why won't this stop I feel like this won't end.
I can't breathe

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes , slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much, and you dived to deep

When I listen to this sone entitled, "Let Her Go"
I thought of her

She was not a lover
But a companion
I shared time with her
That was precious to me
Precious to her too

I used to share my poems with her

Now I have to let her go
I won't ever seen her again!

But the time we shared
Is written down into eternity

Her smile, her smile!
The joy she had

The things she said are burned into my mind
There was, "the all day sitter from 8 to 8"
The build-a-bear
And oh how she said, "Oh Matt"
When I kiddingly said I would have to live in a park

The time we had was dear to me

I will have to let you go

All I have is the mountains now...

Liz!!

(Yells her name)
(Let her go Matt)
(I'm trying, I'm trying!)

A walk through the misty wood.
The trail latent with track of hooves,
which tell me the ways the forest moves,
into the endless green hood.

I would step to dance upon these tracks,
but the sound is what holds me back.
I shouldn't disturb the animals around,
or step on the forests leafy gown.

The powerful sounds of the forest,
not meant for a tape to be repeated
because the pure sound is sweet to my ear,
and to my heart, it will always be near.

~

She hid in the shadows with tears in her eyes
The locket she wore, she had come to despise
In dangling silver the shape of a heart
What once was a gift now ripped her apart

Alone with her feelings, she crept through the night
Embracing the darkness, fearing the light
Gripping the chain that was cold on her skin
Telling herself that she’d never again

Open the locket for what was inside
Memories that she was now forced to hide
Happier times when her hair was so dark
Running and playing those days in the park

Falling in love at the very first kiss
Ice cream on Sundays, those days she would miss
Merry go rounds and that big Ferris wheel
Moments of joy that she now must conceal

For age had come calling, it stood in her way
Her once lustrous hair, was a light shade of grey
And wrinkles appeared where her beauty once shined
Each look in the locket, just served to remind

As it held a picture of her in her youth
When she was quite young, it presented the proof
A gift from her parents who passed long ago
She thought to discard it but always said no

While lost in these thoughts, a voice she did hear
It seemed that a man had just stepped very near
He reached for her arm and she let out a scream
Then he called her by name, not as bad as it seemed

What are you doing out here in the night?
You know it’s not safe, come here where it’s light
I haven’t seen you for many a year,
but now that I do I can see it is clear

You’re just as beautiful as so long before
When I held the secret that you I adore
I kept this photo each day close to me
He took out the photograph so she could see

It was the picture now locked in the charm
The look on her face showed of fear and alarm
But then she smiled for she had no choice
A comfort had come at the sound of his voice

You look no different, I truly must say
You’re just as cute as that first high school day
When I saw you walk in and decided to wait
But here we are now and it’s never too late

She knew she was blushing a bright shade of red
For all of the wonderful things he had said
Now enjoying the light that shone bright from above
She felt very strange, she was falling in love

That’s a beautiful locket you wear on a chain
He reached out and pointed, he didn’t refrain
It must be quite special, he said with a touch
She said, it is special, I love it so much

He then took her hand and off they did go
The future was waiting with good things to show
She looked at the locket, then up to the sky
And whispered a thank you with a tear in her eye

From: Richard Riddle
using: "nicy stephanie" or "rita derrick"(this time its solicitation msgs)
THE INFO BELOW STILL APPLIES---DO NOT RESPOND!!
ALERT !!
You may already be aware of a message currently showing up in the HP message boxes from a female(supposedly) identifying herself only as "Miss Stephanie". She states that she saw/read your profile and is interested you, and has something important to tell you. She asks that you reply with YOUR email, then gives an email address supposedly belonging to her. No other information is given.
DO NOT REPLY!!
She will post two, or more poems, probably in an effort to gain trust and establish credibility. She may even mention the on-going situation with Boko Haram, or some other conflict. THIS IS A SCAM!! Once your email falls into the wrong hands, there are untold numbers of consequences.DELETE it immediately, then BLOCK IT.
Please pass this on!
Thanks,
Richard Riddle