Biography of Richard Dates
I have been a teacher for many years. I previously taught in the Chicago area and now teach in New Mexico and have also been active in poetry groups and performance poetry in both areas.
I write many types of poetry. Some is quite serious, while much of my work is meant to be humorous and sometimes provocative.
Richard Dates Poems
I Am The Easter Bunny
I am the Easter Bunny, I really do exist, And if you think that’s funny, I’ll smash you with my fist.
I Like Spiders
I like spiders! They live by eating flies, And other buzzing critters With giant, compound eyes.
In ancient times, before our days, From schools of learning far away, Wise teachers taught the world was flat, And few would dare to question that,
Write About What You Know
Write about what you know: Beautiful, bright blue roses singing ballads, Angry pink puff adders printing pamphlets, The ringing echoes of exploding stars,
Messenger Of Spring
The first mosquito Of Spring Showed up today, Harbinger of muggy mornings,
Many, Many Choices
I am my choices, He said with fierce pride, And listened to the voices That served him as his guide.
One day, The so-called Laws of the Universe Decided to go on vacation, Having found their predictability
Frozen chicken Sitting calmly In my freezer. I envy
At the end of this game I’m supposed to Head toward a light And slide down some tunnel
From the blue sky, pale but fair, In the listless humid air, Swells a distant, slate-gray row, Angry mountains roll and grow,
In The Grizzled Gray
In the grizzled gray Of a late autumn afternoon The woolen sky dumps gloom In a stiff martial way
Fragged by the dull incessant din, Of the modernfecebabble, Spluttered out with fetid grin, By megamaggot sewerabble.
I tried to write a poem Filled with deep and meaningful adjectives. When I opened my dictionary, To wake the sleeping words,
Messenger Of Spring
The first mosquito
Showed up today,
Harbinger of muggy mornings,
Sweating, sweltering summer days,
She’s a beauty,
Swelling her belly with my blood
But a swift swat sends this
Minute messenger of misery
Back to the future
Where she belongs.