Richard Stilwell

Rookie (09-24-1957 / Mooresville, North Carolina)

Richard Stilwell Poems

1. Shall We Dance 9/30/2005
2. Change From A '10' 9/30/2005
3. Relationship Rules? 11/14/2005
4. Passion Where...This Year? 11/14/2005
5. Anxiousness Left 10/7/2005
6. The Same You Know 11/8/2005
7. The Pilot 11/8/2005
8. 21 And I Still Lost 9/30/2005
9. Right Investment? 9/30/2005
10. No Worry Here She Says 9/30/2005
11. Your Words 12/28/2005
12. Even Me 9/30/2005
13. Her 9/28/2005
14. Both Date Ready 9/30/2005
15. Starving Artist's Mind 9/30/2005
16. Ladies__To Find Too Keep 10/2/2005
17. Forbidden Fruit 10/2/2005
18. First Time 10/2/2005
19. Static Love 10/2/2005
20. In Between Acts 10/2/2005
21. Manipulation 10/2/2005
22. Jackie Loves Jack 10/2/2005
23. His First Desire 10/2/2005
24. With Me She Stays 10/2/2005
25. It Is Over 10/2/2005
26. We Were 16 10/2/2005
27. Life Savor 10/2/2005
28. Am I Okay 11/8/2005
29. Kisses 9/28/2005
30. The Best Muffin 9/28/2005
31. At The High Museum 10/2/2005
32. Black Fist Of Defiance 10/2/2005
33. Two In One Pickup 9/30/2005
34. Covered In Confusion...A Tattoo 11/8/2005
35. Abused In Life Abused In Death 9/30/2005
36. Lost Soul 11/14/2005
37. Average Fantasy__To Test Too Keep? 10/7/2005
38. I Love The Smell Of A Woman 9/28/2005
39. Giving Because 9/28/2005
40. Good Guy Lost 11/8/2005
Best Poem of Richard Stilwell

Good Guy Lost

Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug,
Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug,
Is where I left you after a mine blowing night,
Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
But in my heart I fought with my mind,
Of wanting to kiss you and take you for mine,
Into my bedroom for pleasures beyond fun,
Where we would blend into each other and collapse as one,
Now the dream is over and I have lost,
The chance to see you again was not worth the cost,
Of the lack of action for being a gentleman__

2001

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Anxiousness Left

The ideal held high like a trophy,
Worshiped in mind out of sight,
Is a powerful dream that sustains,

But once the interpetation,
And realization of it is known, ,
Leaves one at the cross roads pondering,

Nothing was all wrong,

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