As an Artist needs a model
A Poet seeks a heart
An object of adoration
to spark the more
noble aspirations
and the brighter
things that are

The entreaty of
a knowing smile
The slightly tearing eye
The overwhelming
joy of happiness
That sweeps from
your heart to mine

When adorations
meet the adored
It's then beyond
the poets words
For there it all
begins and ends
With the knowing
look of Love.

-R.

(11.13.17)
-LA
-4S

Time did not wash
Her memory away
Time could not
Her beauty fade

She was loved
by all who knew Her
So beautiful So perfect
Wonderful in every way

She always said
She was a singer
That modeling
was a lark

She was a
wondrous singer
and a strikingly
beautiful model

She then the rage
of all around
The stars were
then for Her arranged

She was like lightning
striking minds with beauty
and touching hearts
with caring joy

But love was what
She was all about

We shared our life
and shared our love
But tragedy struck
and we both moved on

Many years went by
when I got the
saddest news
that She was gone

Taken early in life
and now passed on

Oh my Precious Darling
Whom I still love
Now forever
alive no more

Yet still I pray God
She is blessed in Heaven
Because She was
so wonderful
in life on Earth.

-R.

(11.17)
-LA
-4B

Herewith

Definitive semblance
of allegorical allusion
That unto the masses
in abject delusion
Replete with the
studied sacred illusion
of cosmic worth
for every cosmetic remedy
of indolent intrusion

Yea Right.

Characteristically docile
Accused and convicted
of arrested development
Screeching Hell awaits
the plentious harvest
of the crop of fools
Arreared in impetuousity
and impulse for that
most deviant sake

Yea Right.

Drowning awash in misery
Choosing to swim on alone
Thinking they then
are the chosen one
They then the center
God society et al
ad infinitum?
That most aberrant
Human Secular
thought.

Yea...Right.

-R.

(11.10.17)
-LA

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-Haiku

The shadows descend
as a darkness arises
Sleep well my Darling.

-R.

Gladiators wear
a twisted smile
More than a
little bit askew

The snarl of
disdainful contempt
and the optimism
of the eventual win

For him it's just
another judgment
day again

Confident in the outcome
His preparation is for war
Knowledge of the victories
triumphed in before

Behind the stoid steel facade
He glares upon the prey
Another snarling man
who expects to win the day

The adversary also
He wears the twisted smile
Expecting that
the man He sees
is another man whom
He will slay

For every day is
judgment day
again.


-R.

(10.17)
-LA

Good fortunes arrive
as misfortune subsides
Or is it a mistake
I still haven't decided
even unto this day

I hesitate and reflect
on all that is happening
To think it all through
then quickly to act
post-haste
There to avoid
that fatal mistake

Time was when
with a burst and a flash
I then attained my goals
but lost my love
and my good life

Yet still I must
and yes I will
complete the course
set out for myself

To succeed and prosper
within the domain
of goodness
Remaining there
within goodness
sustained.


-R.

(10.24.17)
-LA

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-Haiku

Sticks and Stones break bones

But words can be quite lethal

Just remember that

-R.