Biography of Jim Richardson
I have been writing poetry for many years. In the past few years I have been trying to read the classical poets,
Donne, Marvell, Herbert, Traherne and Vaughn. These guys are also known as the metaphysical poets. As you can see I love Poetry.
Jim Richardson's Works:
Self-published one book of poetry titled 'Be Still and Listen. If you would like to know more about this book e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Jim Richardson Poems
I desire to take a journey To content my wandering soul, I have a passion for a land On some high and windy Knoll.
What madness? What madness lurks within my cranium wall? What is this evil that surrounds Us all?
And one day just think you will drink the dew from the morning rose and bathe in a ray of sun Take a breath from the gentle breeze
Awake At Night
I lay awake at night and listen to the wind At times when all is quiet I can hear the river bend
You came to me in the darkness from the past I can breathe the smell of your fracance and k now it
Against The Wind
I have walked against the wind From the time I was a child Forward steps were hard to take The wind was never mild
Write Me A Sonnet
Write me a sonnet with love and beauty Beyond compare Write me a sonnetof warnth and solace And comfort O' so rare
The Last Bell
I hear the toll of the last bell And sense God, s peace within Slowly the toll fades away Soon I will be free of sin
Could you ever come back to me? Could you ever forgive a past that I regret With every thread of my soul?
Please, fetch my cloak and bind me close For death is in the night, The wind is chill, the odor strange and Every breath a blight.
Charles, A Man's Man
Today, do not mourn Charles, mourn for all that know not Christ. Today We bid a sad but fond farewell to Charles. A sad farewell knowing that
Hark! I hear a voice! Whose voice do I hear? It began as a faint hum and now It is so clear.
Almighty God, I come to you in grief and sorrow and ask that you give me one more tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow the wind will blow And dry my cheeks of tears Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine And melt away the fears
What Of My Fate
The stream was glistening in
the morning air
Watching for a moment I
began to stare.
The gentle breeze made
crystals of light
And seeing such beauty my
mind grew quite.
My spirit traversed to a
And I ask the Lord what
of my fate.