John Allen Richter Poems

Milk and honey flows through our lives -
not hearing those others' caged cries...
Laying gruffly in our silken gowns -
complaining of our tarnished crowns -
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I saw the dog house
while rowing down main
in my pancake boat.
It was kind of soggy,
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I speak, sometimes
when life gives cause
but sometimes, sometimes
winds of whispers drown me
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In later years - while my very bones ache -
lamenting the creaking noises of youth gone by..
only thoughts of your sweet tenderness -
verify my will to remain alive.
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This grey day poured itself thick as sludge
and my weary self destined to drudge
through sadness long as the width of pain.
Lo, angels sang and God be judge
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I remember mama down in the kitchen
Cooking those eggs
I Heard her pop ’em on the griddle
I can still smell the coffee brewing in the kettle
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Oh Mr. Sparrow, your song preceeds you so -
the uproar from your belly -
should find such pleasantness near.
My ears do swallow it whole -
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I never grind the pepper shaker,
when shaking alone will work.
Unless it's needed - as a salad needed seeded,
then I'll grind it like a twork!
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There was once a lady in
my childhood library -
with posture quite great
but with arms very hairy..
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Words, like rain drops, come as spear tips -
ripping through the softness of my soul.
Yet I lay still - waiting for an end -
motionless - accepting the pain's fullness.
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