Biography of Richard Betts
Born on December 8,1964, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Richard Betts, was raised in the Mayfair/Tacony section of northeast Philadelphia.
In December 1986, he earned a bachelor's degree in journalism from Indiana University of Pennsylvania (IUP) .
Richard Betts's Works:
The Poetry of Richard Betts, Jr.
Richard Betts Poems
When you mock me, Do you feel like a bigger man? Do you not know that your words Sting like the back of a hand?
I have never been this consumed, And worn such resentment on my face. And in our united sense of purpose, I can feel His hand of constant grace.
Years ago, when I was young, I often dreamed I possessed the power to fly. At night, I would shed the weight of my fears And slip into the wonderful sky.
If the moon and the sun waged a war, Who would win? The moon, I'm sure. The sun would fight face to face,
We keep your secrets And all your sins, Close to ourselves And away from him.
He decided to leave her past behind, And keep her love a little more confined. So they slipped away with no farewell,
You told me of your demons, And how they taunted you. You fought to be strong, But your weakness; it haunted you.
When I was young and brave, And my world was fun and new, I'd pick a bunch of dandelions And offer my flowering hands to you.
We send another dagger deep into its side; And still we are forgiven. We crucify and curse it, If every dropp of blood is not given.
Do you know what I remember About that final, fateful day? I recall how blue the sky was As I watched you walk away.
People we love are a lot like flowers, And we are the gardeners who reside. We get to choose which flowers Are the centerpieces of our lives.
How did I manage to make it? How did I somehow survive? I look at the others who perished, And I ask myself, 'Why? '
What if you and I Both believed deeply in the Lord? And you and I Were on opposite sides of a great war.
Borders and bridges and battleships, The lies that slip from your slithering lips. The color that taints your suffering and sorrow.
People we love are a lot like flowers,
And we are the gardeners who reside.
We get to choose which flowers
Are the centerpieces of our lives.
Some blossoms bloom,
But are quickly taken away.
Other flowers flourish,
And are fortunate enough to stay.