Richard Moriarty Poems

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
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Protected from life
Hidden from view
Alone in my room
With little to do.
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The water was
dark and brown,
two turtles rested on a nearby log
soaking in the sun.
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There is a special place, where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.
A place where gentle spirits can go
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