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We almost had a revolution I'm not sorry that we tried We almost had a revolution Almost were the winning side "How many times can you hit snooze? Mr. President, wake up!" We almost got those words to work Almost was not good enough We almost had a revolution Filled the streets and lit the night We almost had a revolution You could see our hearts in flight Hearts were full of hope and anger Doves of peace were on the wall Fists were raised to show our power Rulers stalled and still they stall If you seek a happy ending This song hasn't one to give All we have is that we're speaking All we have is that we live We almost had a revolution Almost were the winning side We almost had a revolution I'm not sorry that we tried
I was climbing up that ladder when I somehow lost my way I was climbing up that ladder when I somehow lost my way I was headed for the blue sky when everything above me turned gray I was climbing up that ladder thinking I'd be free from care I was climbing up that ladder thinking I'd be free from care But the higher that I climbed the more rungs weren't even there I was climbing up that ladder to where all things would be well I was climbing up that ladder to where all things would be well But what do I see above me? I do not know, I just can't tell I was climbing up that ladder and the street was far below I was climbing up that ladder and the street was far below How high had I gotten? You don't really want to know I was climbing up that ladder thinking I should turn around I was climbing up that ladder thinking I should turn around But there were no rungs behind me! There was no way to go back down
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
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.
Once upon a time Happily ever after And in between Roses and kisses Thorns and blood Guesses and wishes Fear and love Happily ever after Once upon a time
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?
Red leaves in Italy Pixels and memory Of another time Red leaves in Italy I was free or almost free Once upon a time Red leaves in Italy Are still speaking, quietly Listen--there is time
lovely rebirth of a moon by RichardLeach, literature
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.