Suzette Richards

you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible
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If Time could turn the clock back; hold onto
the memories of yesteryear's echo.
Again we feast on lavish game banquets,
and Bacchus couldn't put a foot wrong then.
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A PRICELESS GIFT
I hold myself rigid within the framework of creeds
imposed upon me by the secular world at large.
I resist the urge to become totally feral.
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When the poets fall silent Man will not only lose his voice but also the notion of Life. ~Suzette Richards

Steeped in the pain of his slain countryman,
surrounded by the turmoil of real fears
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Run with the idea while hot;

fun—
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There was an old man who looked so-so,
Whose fat belly bounced like a yo-yo.
Popular once a year
For bringing some real cheer.
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gripping the shards of memories
ignoring the bloodied emotions
why do we torture ourselves
with that which we cannot change?
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Secure in his mind's intrigue -
charmed by a myriad mystique.
Compassion our conscience strum:
romantic, loathsome hokum.
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Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new.
Luck and fortune only smile on a few.
As death would sneak up bestowing our rest,
chasing windmills of mind we should askew.
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Gracious and a constant all my life,
not bending to public opinion o' strife,
your sharp wit could cut like a Bowie knife.
With statesmen you did meet—had an excellent seat.
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emotions are coursing over gnarled Travertine rocks
surreal
tears are my broken dream's shards
scattered on a barren soil
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I'm inspired by acclaimed poets alone,
living an exemplary life ‘till now.
So many years had gone by in a flash.
Abiding by metre, sonorous tones,
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through the key-hole surgery of my delicate heart
you have reached into the inner sanctum of my soul
in Plato's cave where I have locked away my demons
betrayed by worm casts of secretive earthworms
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The morning is fair and without compare;
desire to escape commotion in motion.
With apologies to Frost, but I'm lost
in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil.
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As a rainbow of the sunset descends
and the balmy breeze washes over sand
that tickles between toes and carefree hand,
I'm in the company of valued friends.
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When dappled shadows flit through darkened backstreets,
and whispers rendezvous with one another,
the usual bright spirits take a backseat.
They nurture remnants of rebounds which smother.
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the lips of sunset
caress teal outcrop
damp with anticipation
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When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won't inevitably swoon.
A time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record—the slights most ever stored.
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thoughts lick at my consciousness
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
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Given to rejoicing of her talent,
but born neither for this time nor this world,
when doves cry: knowledge of her is latent,
in the raw state and unfettered hurled
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