Richard Stopps Poems
|3.||Human Henge - An Analemmatic Sundial||5/1/2009|
|4.||Spring & Summer||5/1/2009|
|10.||From Kennel Or Hearth?||4/30/2009|
|11.||Lad O'Galloway Eulogy||4/30/2009|
|12.||Ch. Silmaril's Ted E Bear||4/30/2009|
|13.||A Lesson Not Learned||4/30/2009|
|16.||On I Love You||10/8/2014|
|18.||Scent Of Dogs & Scent Of Man||4/30/2009|
|20.||My Life Ever Changed By Dogs! ! !||5/1/2009|
My Life Ever Changed By Dogs! ! !
In a town called Grimsby
Lived a man with his boots.
Sometimes he wore blue jeans
And sometimes wore suits.
From an old sweaty sweatshirt
To starched shirt with tie
His beard was all trimmed
When he caught 'The Saint's' eye.
She was lookin' him up
And lookin' him down
Whatever she saw there?
Was a mystery about town.
With pocket protectors
He looked like a Nerd.
And his plastic (taped) glasses
Were totally absurd.
His socks sometimes tattered
Oft not a pair
Hiding under those boots
Unseen without ...
We think of 'Lottie's' life as untimely brief;
But this existence of ours, is as transient as autumn clouds.
To have watched her birth and death was like looking at lightning.
Her lifetime was a spectacular flash of light in the darkened sky.
Brief but memorable. Her life... our lives
Rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.
Why grieve the brevity of the fireworks, that she was?