Richard Dates Poems

I am my choices,
He said with fierce pride,
And listened to the voices
That served him as his guide.
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The sun jumped up
Over the horizon
Gazing on the jangled
Web of confusion
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Love
Flows coldly
Hardening icicle
Sharp-pointed
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Mountains!
They don’t read the news.
They’ve never researched among the learned in great universities.
They do not study the holy books of any faith
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In the beginning
There was this great Void;
This Void was beyond
Matter, energy, time, space, magnitude,
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I tried to write a poem
Filled with deep and meaningful adjectives.
When I opened my dictionary,
To wake the sleeping words,
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Fragged by the dull incessant din,
Of the modernfecebabble,
Spluttered out with fetid grin,
By megamaggot sewerabble.
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In the grizzled gray
Of a late autumn afternoon
The woolen sky dumps gloom
In a stiff martial way
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From the blue sky, pale but fair,
In the listless humid air,
Swells a distant, slate-gray row,
Angry mountains roll and grow,
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At the end of this game
I’m supposed to
Head toward a light
And slide down some tunnel
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