Richard Wlodarski

Richard Wlodarski Poems

Lest we forget
Those who were blinded
So that we may see
Lest we forget

What is a mother?
Someone whose life
Gave birth
To a new soul

May you open your hearts
To the less fortunate
Feel within their heart
And hug them with your love

And Jesus takes you down to that place by the Big River
Where sinners gather with the Salvation Army chatter
And you know you wanna believe
Even though you cannot hear Him

It's Father's Day today
Not quite like yesterday
The silent enemy
Forcing us to be friends

To be a childhood star
Knowing you've surpassed the bar
To see the moon beyond the sky
Totally sober and not high

Enough pain
To last life
Endured such

O Lord Creator
Today I give thanks
For so much in life:
Two eyes witnessing

I shall kill
Mine enemy
With such kindness...
I shall serve him

Another door
To window
Of future

Obscured by fog
Singing such song
Of great freedom

The midnight poet
Roams deserted streets
In the midnight hour
Searching for lonely souls

I do think
I am not
Of this world
I cannot

Not one single person
Can ever be perfect
Perfection is in God
In striving to be God

New year beginning
Evil ways now ending
Peace is finding way
For God having say

Your mom's in God's Home
Watching over you
In your lonely times
She touches your heart

Never become
Slave to your mind
Let your heart rule
For happiness

Finding photograph
Father and I

Cold darkness
Haunting night
Wolves howling

Although she was blind
She saw with her heart
Very much better
Than most with their eyes

Richard Wlodarski Biography

Richard Wlodarski deftly blends spirituality with current events to paint a starkly disturbing, yet surprisingly optimistic, view of the world. Writing poetry is used as a therapeutic tool to transcend his grief. He inspires us to look for the light in even the most desperate situations. Wlodarski draws on his unique understanding of the link between the conscious and subconscious mind. Hence, his spiritual poetry hits you in both the gut and the heart.)

The Best Poem Of Richard Wlodarski

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget
Those who were blinded
So that we may see
Lest we forget
Those who were deafened
So that we may hear
Lest we forget
Those who were silenced
So that we may speak
Lest we forget
Those who lost their taste for killing
So that we may all taste living

Through art
We shed tears
For your blindness
Through music
We mourn
Your deafness
Through poetry
Tears falling
For your silence
Through our love
Heart-felt tears
For your dying
Heart-felt thanks
For this gift
Of seeing
Heart-felt thanks
For this gift
Of hearing
Heart-felt thanks
For this gift
Of speaking
And most of all
Heart-felt thanks
For this gift
Of living

Richard Wlodarski Comments

Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2018

On behalf of all fellow poets, Poem Hunter Family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honour to poet Richard Wlodarski born on Febuary 23,1952 in France as, Rare Rhythm. From today on wards he will be known as Rare Rhythm Richard Wlodarski. We hope all poets and visitors will accept this. We congratulate poet for having this honorary title and we are wishing him all the best for his future perseverance.

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Francis Duggan 30 July 2017

Quite impressed with Richard's poetry and especially his series of poems on his near death experience Soul's Journey here is a person who lives what he writes in a very spiritual way, i feel glad that he survived to write about it as we do need more people like him in the Human World of today.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 29 June 2018

Richard Wlodarski is a very popular poet in this site! His poems entitled, ‘Mother’, ‘Resurrection’, ‘Lest We Forget’, ‘Ode to Drake’ are milestones of his success! His significant contribution to the field of Modern English Poetry and to Poem Hunter is noteworthy! Wish him all success in all walks of his life!

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Bharati Nayak 25 December 2019

Why do we write poetry? Perhaps it gives us a beautiful feeling to be connected with others - -To know and be known.Richard Wlodarski wrote a tribute poem for me even when I barely knew him.It is the generosity of poet of great height who recognizes others and gives due respect to their talents.I am deeply indebted to him for his encouragement on my poetic journey.Thank you Richard Wlodarski for your benevolence. Wish you a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year 2020.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 17 September 2022

I could not post my comment on your poem entitled, 'Gifted to you'. Here it is: Yes, you are absolutely correct my frined. This precious poem is much appreciated. Top score!

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Richard Wlodarski 17 September 2022

Dillip, I greatly appreciate that you went out of your way to make certain that your very positive comment was received by me!

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ER Bron Chiong, RSW 04 July 2022

YO! Tnx Richard f0r writing dz gr8 p0em 4 us! G0d's blsgs as u wryt m0r...

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Richard Wlodarski 02 June 2021

Hi, Sylvia. Many thanks for your wonderful comments, sincerest wishes and God's blessings. I am very deeply moved. Looking forward to reading more of your outstanding poetry. Take care.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 02 June 2021

4) God's Blessings Greatest for you and your beloved family, Amen

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Richard Wlodarski Quotes

Physical pain is always less severe than mental anguish

Scrambled eggs can't be made into an omelette. But an omelette can be made into scrambled eggs. Both are food for the body and nourishment for the soul.

The crazier the world gets, the more sane the insane appear to be.

Waste not your tears. Save your strength for the upcoming battle.

Blindness leads to reawakening.

Time being a man made concept, puts the blame squarely on our shoulders.

Out of sadness comes therapeutic joy!

Satire can be very philosophical. And funny at the same time.

Freud's soup of life was poisoned when Jung had discovered duck soup!

Writing poetry is a passionate obsession!

Better to reach for the stars than be on the dark side of the moon.

Excellence is better achieved in peace than in war.

Living a good life with God in your heart makes for a happy existence!

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To live in spirituality is to live, and go Home, with inner peace.

To live in spirituality is to live, and go Home, with inner peace.

All labour has meaning and value; no matter how mundane.

If we could only grasp the concept of time being man-made, we would not struggle fighting it.

Anything that is seen as beautiful in time of war, can only warm our hearts. And motivate us to end the damn war!

If not for hope, life would be dreary.

In can be found.

Fighting for a cause is the sustenance in life.

All wars begin, and end, in tragic loss.

Behind every successful man, there is an even more successful woman!

Forgiveness accelerates one's self growth.

You're never too old to feel young again!

Hurt will always exist; it's what you do with it that truly counts!

Some animals need to hunt for prey. Humans need to hunt for pray.

Mistakes are there for our benefit; not to our detriment.

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