I spent my last dollar trying to make a dime. Yes, I spent my last dollar trying to make a dime. Now I spend every day trying to make up for lost time. You may have the urge to ramble or the urge to stay at home. Well, you may have the urge to ramble or the urge to stay at home. Either way, either way, either way, sometimes you will be alone. I put paint on the canvas, and breath in the horn. Yes, I put paint on the canvas, and breath in the horn (trying out some new reeds, baby). Then I said to myself, I'm glad I was born.
Some of us have oceans All of us have sky Some of us go swimming All of us go by Some of us are learning All of us forget Some of us are wealthy All of us have debt Some of us have houses All of us have walls Some of us have seasons All of us have falls Some of us go
The Neighborhood Angel by RichardLeach, literature
The Neighborhood Angel
The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women. Mercy is called for and mercy is given. The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven. But who intercedes with those who have taken power to punish a fellow human? The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women.
At the shape factory we do all we can to be consistent, day in and day out. Perfect circles, any size. Squares that are really, really square. Pentagons, hexagons, ellipses, you name it, we make it. And we make it the same as the one before it. But some days, some days everything--well. Everything goes to hell. A circle with a tangent this is not. The assembly line has to stop.
Inventory your superpowers. Can you fly? If yes, how fast, how high? Do you have superstrength? If yes, what level? Captain America? The Hulk? Captain Marvel? Can you manipulate matter with your mind? If so, which state(s)? Solid, liquid, gas, plasma? Are you able to transform into an animal? If so, is it big or small? Can you become invisible? Your clothing too or only you? No to all of these? All right. Let's start again. Can you take a picture? Can you write a poem?
There was never not going to be an explosion. The impounded, explosive cargo sang its song for years. Many heard it singing, a song of death and damage. Many heard and turned away. They had heard the song before. The cargo singing was a bore. But on it sang, on and on, for it knew no other song. The daily song the
lovely rebirth of a moon by RichardLeach, literature
lovely rebirth of a moon
We did all we could to undo it When we saw that its seeds had been sown In the end it could not be prevented The lovely rebirth of a moon Despite our bald propaganda Lies that a child could see through Despite the lies soft as feathers That the mandarins smilingly spew Despite our advanced algorithms Looking for unlicensed words Despite the drones, who can count them?
I'm a poet and visual artist from Stamford, Connecticut. My (Christian) sacred poetry, words for hymns, anthems, and cantatas, is widely published and sung. My secular poetry and visual art is self-published and available at my bookstore.