John Allen Richter Poems

Fractured spirits - comb the air
staying ‘tween this midnight fair -
and October moon, full and red -
reminding we of long lost dead…
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A poem will end when a poem will end,
not a moment before or aft.
When a reader has fun, or has just begun
to explode his belly with laughs.
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The blue-ness of the clear sky asks - demands -
to lighten every next step.
And the scent of ash and dogwood tree
do robustly push me along.
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The time is near - once again -
where hearts roam the morrow -
New Year is here - again akin -
to wash clear yester's sorrow.
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Dreams.
Mouthfuls of juicy little glow-in-the-dark wads
prancing through unknown fields of taste.
I chomp them, like bits of swollen,
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What happened in the coldness
of that room? Could I remember
ice skating? or was that
a painting on the wall?
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Calm struck a sound
It echoed through the hollows
and pierced the thickness of time.
It brought my heart to still
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How dost night protest thee?
Her moonbeam chisled face fallen at your door,
and gravelly steps of strangers near
bringing thoughts of heart stopping fear…
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From under the covers, anxious eyes glowing -
so excited with joy, our eager smiles showing -

I could see through the glare of moonlit frost,
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Former naught, graceful not,
singing in the tears.
Pierced blue heart,
by lovelorn darts,
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