Richard Randolph Poems

Perhaps the world is a living thing,
and we are merely parasites living on it.
At first, so small and insignificant
no one could imagine our causing any real harm,
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Thank you for calling.
One of our friendly representatives
will be with you shortly.
Please stay on the line.
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So, why is this a great poem?
Let me try to explain.
First, notice there's no rhyme.
Rhyming is for children.
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People say I'm cranky and mean, a cynic,
and I suppose that I am,
but I don't believe equal opportunity is enough.
I believe in true social justice.
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In Praise of Soft Light

I like soft light best,
candles and moonlight.
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I prefer letters to numbers.
Numbers are too much like Inspector Javert-
one way, right or wrong, black or white.
Letters, on the other hand,
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'Who are you? ' she asks.
'I'm Rick, ' I say.
'That's funny, ' she says. 'I have a son named Rick.'
She stares at me.
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If I were to stumble,
if I were to fall,
would you lend a helping hand,
would you even call?
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Love can transform even the timid
into brave and noble knights.
But first, we'll be tested,
feel pain and loss,
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I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
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