“The Meaning of Life”
From galleriesunlimited.co.uk
sit with me here
in the dusking
no need of words
in this hour so late
let the sounds
of our day
gently fade
with the light
hold my hand
rest your head
on my breast
till tomorrow
remembers us
“Squall on Lake Erie”
Painting by Richard Goohs
From fineartamerica.com
crosswinds collide
chase radical violent paths
through unstable air
then abruptly die leaving
behind a furious calm
“Glowing Glass Skeleton”
Sculpture by Eric Franklin
From 9bytz.com
morbid bones
dressed with
ossified cartilage
work to create
crystal skeletons
ringing with
durable pain
sharp tortures
of tuning forks
resonant screams
piercing torsos of
tendons and tissue
unbearable noise
filled with agony
no one can hear
save the microbes
those tiny mad
toxiform agents
who hum their
malevolent chorus
to alchemic sounds
of a deep dense
infection that
transforms the
once supple
structures of bone
into hard rigid
girders of glass
Deep dish chocolate chip cookie stuffed with nutella is a ‘pazookie’ cookie pie. Deep dish chocolate chip cookie stuffed with a gooey layer of nutella.
Source: Deep Dish Chocolate Chip Cookie Stuffed with Nutella
winter lens itself
picture perfect snow day
photograph shadows
Our hearts were like snowflakes
melting for each other
unwilling to settle
just feathers on the breeze
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Thank you for reading
Richard
I applaud life and its wonders.
Miracles surround us each day.
Don’t get lost in minutia.
I applaud life and its wonders
Dew drops on spider webs
Are more important that you think.
I applaud life and its wonders.
Miracles surround us each day.
Tip of my finger is sore.
I walk around with it extended
trying not to bump it
showing it to all I meet.
This tiny boo-boo
rules my day.
I think and speak
of nothing else
until my world is reduced
to the tip of my finger.
Rainbows and
summer days disappear
they must wait
for the tip of my finger
is sore, you see.
Come and Enjoy This From Pat!!!
I love
without expectation
allowing the love
to provide what
my soul knows
is needed
both for whom I love
and for me, the lover.
May I not give way
to my anger
not even to an unjust blow
for am I not more
than anger
which hides the good in me?
May I do no wrong
in deed, word or thought
for truth and righteousness
is the way for me.
My real power, true might
is patience, this do I strive
to know for all of us need time
to evolve and learn to be free.
The Reluctant Poet 