John Allen Richter

Gold Star - 7,086 Points (1959 / Richmond, In)

Dandelions - Poem by John Allen Richter

Dandelions sparkle in the green -
landing pads for little bees...
Busy, busy, busy bees -
fluttering in the wind.
Mustn't be late for tonic and gin...
or those other things within -
The days, the life, the love, the death...
Brewing, growing, shrinking - decay -
the grave is where we finally lay -

But first lust zooms in like hormonal zest!
Greed rules each roost as ducks in a row
and life seems grand while we snare our souls
and laugh and drink and think - we are one.

Foremost the party - Mad Hatter table, good man!
Pass the pitcher round - drink our fill -
While only we at the table share love -
as those outside are others -
unnecessary souls who matter not!
They are but a blur in our memory go 'round!
As we bounce upon our painted horses
- and camels and ostrich -
mired in awe of breast and ass -
Ever reaching for the golden ring...
Farther, and farther -
until we slip off the horse and ground by gears -

And then immutable and forgotten death -
makes us hate each repetitive breath -
in finality where nothing survives -
for lust - for greed -
of physical things now gone....
And we - with no painted horse -
and only memories of fleeting things...
that the soul can not fathom.
But I love you.
And that - dear Margaret Alice -
goes beyond the grave......
and into heavenly things....
Where dandelions are forever yellow buttercups...

Topic(s) of this poem: death, human, human condition, love


Comments about Dandelions by John Allen Richter

  • Margaret Alice Second (1/7/2016 10:55:00 PM)


    Love is the only thing we take with us when the body is going to the grave, love and the feelings and thoughts we cherished - I'm so glad you agree with me and that we shall take the wonderment and delight of love from here into eternity! Thank you, Margaret Alice (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015



[Report Error]