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Fairy Tale (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Don't we all want a fairy tale ending? "Fairy Tale" is a poem about just that.

2-7-2005

I sit a-dreaming
Looking at perfection
This is the dream of Life
I wanna make something
That's just Right
She is the kind of girl
That I could only dream of
Before I met her
I told her she could only
Be a fairy tale

A storybook princess
Jumped right out of the
Pages of a happy dream
Yeah, you know I want her
But it ain't that crazy
My life is like a fairy tale
With goblins and gremlins
Angels and demons
All wrapped up
In a simple romantic War
Between Good and Evil

Clueless Choir (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

8/10/2005

Hittin' the notes a little harder
Fueling, crackling in the fire
Another shit story on the wire
Feeding both contempt and desire
Why people fight 'bout nothing
Always makin' nothin' into something
Another chorus for the clueless choir

Rapping away at the keys
Spreading a horrid disease
Writing bullshit only to appease
Media like ticks and fleas
Just can't go with the flow
All the lies you just gotta let go
Let the dark float away on the breeze

Keep yourself true
You gotta pull thru
And not pay much heed
To the Clueless Choir

Wonder Child (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

"Wonder Child" is a poem about a free-loving child who doesn't understand how disturbed and cruel the outside world can be.

8-18-2005

A little crazy, with a mind twice as wild
Loving freely, with passion never mild
All the brains and smarts in the world
What's become of our wonder child?
Now growing up and out, wings unfurled
Out into a world often cruel and disturbed
No place for a blessed wonder child

A Little Paradox (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

2012/366/283 Just Having a Town Sign is Paradoxical

3-20-07

Is it not the word
And only the meaning?
Is it not the choice
And not the reason?
Is what is written
Truly to be read?
Is life worth living
Or is it just a tease
Is it worth asking questions
Only to get answers?

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Dream Coach (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

All I have to give you is love and affection

There is no cause for me to make deception

I've been ecstatic since our relation's conception

So proud and humbled by this beautiful connection

I am awkward, lacking in confidence and grace

But I hope you can see the beauty in see in you

You don't have to pretty yourself with glitter & lace

I see a gorgeous being: strong, honest, creative & true

You've become my dream coach, helping me to look higher

My eyes have stared below too long, failing to aspire

To be myself and pursue my purpose are no selfish desires

But a valued partner is something I desperately required

I've opened my heart and mind to brand new potential

Finally I can drive myself to create something substantial

Some days I'll need the push and strongly need your counsel

To teach me to refine this art I create by key and pencil

The Girl With No Hips (Poetry)

1/15/2015

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by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

There is no bounce to her walk

Making all the pretty girls talk

Her steps are narrow and straight

Giving her an awkward ungainly gait

They call her the girl with no hips

She solemnly purses her sweet lips

She doesn't dare to try and dance

Or attempt any fondly sweet romance

She has a sugary sweet kiss

Which all the boys don't seem to miss

She has eyes blue like the sea

And a cute nose that says poke me

Her dark hair is short and messy

She wears humble and baggy dressing

Shout, stout, and not too pretty

She feels like a hopeless ugly Betty

But her heart is hot as hell

Forever desperate to break from her shell

Her mind is full of wondrous dreams

Ready to tear the world at its seams

To turn perceptions upside down

Turn the most downhearted soul around

The girl puts her hands on her nothing hips

Says no more kissing ass with these lips

As the girl with no hips

Creates a brand new world

With only her fingertips

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Mermaid (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I wonder how a girl dreams of being a mermaid
To never have to walk about, swim gracefully without aid
To wear nothing but a seashell bra, to show only skin
Innocent and free sea nymphs with no care or sin
Long flowing locks of reds, oranges, and golden hues
Or perhaps exotic shades like violets, pinks, and blues
Searching for handsome princes, oh, where could they be?
Only the fairest beauties live under the sea...

Aftertaste (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

So bitter but sweet

More trick than treat

Classic basket case

With a sour aftertaste

Black cat with sharp fangs

Her eyes full of hunger pains

Face locked in a vampire grin

Sour as a puss, but sweet as sin

Wondrous mind full of wit

Saw an angel from where I sat

Too high I set you on a pedestal

For reasons all too sensual

Even now after so long

Your memory reigns strong

My tongue remains chafed

By your hate's aftertaste

Imperfect in Its Perfection (Poetry)

1/15/2015

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by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

It's said practice makes perfect

But perfection is impossible

Anything we do is but an approximation

Of the perfection that could be

Why is it I lack the words

To define the very essence

Of the thoughts I wish to convey

All I find is frustration

Practice, practice, every day

Still the words won't come

Some sound good, others okay

But my work is never done

Imperfect in its perfection

That is all I can do it seems

There's something greater in this

Within my mind, a sprouting seed

I have built this grand scheme

Around which spin stars and worlds

So many stories to be told

But explain is all I can do

Explanations of the perfection

But its explanation is imperfect

All I seek is a happy medium

To help you read the unexpected

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Her Name Means Love (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Mina, lovely twilight princess

Your blue eyes shine like diamonds

Glowing in a darkness seemingly endless

In a long dark tunnel rife with demons

Are you my long lost queen?

Or are you something much less?

Is there treasure in your glorious sheen?

Or are you just a blonde hot mess?

Too many questions I have to ask

Nothing any longer seems too clear

What are you hiding behind your mask?

Why do you make me cower in fear?

Love, you make me shiver inside

For this bliss makes me tremble

These feelings I feel important to hide

That I feel it’s a goddess that you resemble

You are my very Love personified

You stand faithful and true in figure

But still I find myself constantly terrified

Even in your presence, anxiety still lingers

If I go, then please take me with you

Because without you I cannot survive

Is this Love I feel forever strong and true?

Or is it simply the fuel keeping me alive?

Ode to Luna (Poetry)

1/15/2015

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by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Photo credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

My darling sweet Princess

You are my day in my darkest night

You are my Luna, my Starlight

Shining so bright, my angel Starbright

Every curve of your being tells a story

Of how the perfect woman was borne

From the shadows of a dying world

Your light brings warmth to my heart

You have brought rebirth to my spirit

Luna, your smile brings me eternal hope

Your voice springs eternal peace

Never has a sweeter thing been made

So perfectly molded in the image of God

You were made for only one purpose, Luna

To shine bright, to be my Luna Starlight

My Luna, my Starlight, keep glowing bright

And bring forever love and peace to my nights

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High Heavens (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Our sin's been forgiven

Flying up so high

Into the highest heavens

Blowin' up in the chaos

Lights color the ground

As the storm has subsided

Rainbows glow in the skies

We're blown away by the gales

Escaping the ever morbid

Ever bright starlight

Break the silence into dawn

Rid me clean of any doubt

Whose side we're really on

Moonchild, treat me for heartbreak

Hope and love the only salve

For a weary lonely heart

Lead me to heavens above

High heavens open up

For us this wonder

Has grown too far

Explodes in brilliance

High heavens permit us

To grace your clouds

To behold the greatest

At the center of it all

Blue Moon (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Starlight, starbright

Won't you guide my steps tonight?

I wish I may, I wish I might

Be unafraid to let it go tonight

There's a blue moon rising

Raining down her light

Oh so tantalizing

Such a beautiful sight

Luna, my love

Keep me humming

The warmth of your shine

Keeps this heart running

Lost in a memory

Of heartbreak and lust

A soul so tattered

Is it one you can trust?

Luna, my dear

I'll be sincere

I've lost too much

To live in fear

If only I could

If only she would

But she can't be mine

And she never should

Starlight, starbright

My tears flow free tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Be unafraid to let it go tonight

There's a blue moon rising

Raining down her light

Oh so tantalizing

Such a beautiful sight

I wish I may

I wish I might

Get another chance

Live another life, tonight...

Gold Dusted (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Gold dust glowing so bright

Burning my eyes

So hot out tonight

You're shining so bright

Sparkle and glisten, my love

As this burning passion

Take us to realms above

I've been gold dusted

Showered by your love

In a life so busted

I'm burning so alive

In a gold dust downpour

A fantastic hot surprise

Please give me an encore…

Will you baby, ride with me now?

To the sparkling stars that beckon to us

On everlasting high, cause I'll only shine awhile

‘Til the sun shines bright again, I'll fade away...

Forever into the ever blackest night...

Gold dust leaves me blind

But I'll be alright

The last thing I'll ever see

Was the most gorgeous sight

All the misery left behind

Just please never leave me

I'm gold dusted for eternity

Modern Magic (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Modern magic mystifies

These old weary eyes

So much for so little

Yet too little for too much

How do you describe

This hollow modern life

Gone are the days

To settle down

And take a wife

You keep going

Or you just die

Modern life glorifies

Only the beginning

And the bitter end

All the middle is but

An empty space

Decadent yet so tragic

Lacking any purpose

You may call it magic

But it's all cheap tricks

Recycled, repackaged

Filling your underbelly

With guilty pleasures

Those that play the game

Receive worthless treasures

Modern magic amplifies

Dependence on material

What's so immaterial

Is what makes it so tragic

These eyes have seen too much

Of these modern magics

It makes the everyday

That much more tragic

This Morning (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

All this morning

I spent all this time to rectify

These imperfections of mine

Here I am, tried to replicate

The smile on your face

To take me back to that place

Where and when I felt so alive

This morning I'm floundering

While you lay round wondering

If I'll ever react

To your panicked attack

Have we lost all the love?

Are we losing the fight?

Was last night our final flight?

This morning I spent

Keeping your memory warm

Spared no expense to not be alone

You called me out in violent tones

Look at yourself, kid

You've let yourself go

Now you've got nothing for me

All this morning

I've drifted far away

To a place of dreaming

Trying to burn you away

All I've got is our song

A tired old melody

To remind me of all...

That went wrong...

All These Things (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

All I was looking for

Was something to ring true

Through troubles and terrors

There was always a light

Shining in your sweet smile

All these things that you do

Are enough to get me through

If there was perfection

It would have to be you

The most sweetest confection

I can't deny it's true

There's limit-less affection

In my heart for you

And all these things you do

Where did all the time go

The times that we've had

Where are the good times?

Why are you left so sad?

Life's a constant uneven flow

But you'll make it through

With all these things you do

Just need to stay strong

There's still tomorrow

I see all that's wrong

The source of your sorrow

Just keep a smile on

And I'll do my best

To bring us through

All these things you do

Just stay sweet and true

You don't need to say

A word to tell me truth

It can only get better

I'll strive to prove

I have nothing to lose...

...except your humble grace

and all the things you do...

...don't have to say a word

to tell me all the truth I need...

Legacy (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Enough money wasted on these scams

Too much pressure put on my diaphragm

What is there going to be left of me?

What will become of my legacy?

I can't help but stand by honesty

Had enough of this life's travesties

Only concerned for future humanity

What will become of our legacy?

Try to rise above the general insanity

Is there a spark for real creativity?

I don't think there's any lack of ability

Just a lot left to prove for our posterity

Enough time wasted on cheap fantasies

These drama queens & their kindred nasties

We should be aware and looking out

To protect our posterity, our legacies

Spontaneous Combustion (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Were these romantic treats not suitable for consumption?

Is this why I'm now a victim of spontaneous combustion?

I've never been much for proper love instruction

Never safe by myself, as I'm known for self-destruction

Is my affection becoming little more than obstructive?

Are my sweet undertones just becoming counterproductive?

Your chilling biting words and electrocutions are conductive

You're exploding, blazing flames in my face, so combustive

Why this spontaneous combustion?

Why has our love malfunctioned?

Throwing up walls isn't constructive

Trust me, it's only self-destructive

I've tried to be instructive

To keep from being obstructive

Sometimes I'm not close enough

Especially when times grow rough

But don't let our love crash and burn

Don't take this horribly wrong turn

Before I turn self-destructive...

Before I feel myself turn combustive...

With the Lights Down Low (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Little drummer boy

All he knows is the beat

Of his broken heart

Surrounded by his toys

His silent but loyal friends

Never able to forget

The love that tore him apart

Little harlequin girl

Always flirting as a tease

They should see the demon

But lust blinds their eyes

As she always aims to please

She's really nothing but ugly

Her mask's a wondrous disguise

The little drummer boy

Once enamored by her act

Realized that it was just so

Given no time to react

He just froze in place

Forever locked in a trance

Drumming the same ole beat

Little boys and girls

Wandering about

The underworld beckons

As the chaos erupts

Hades can only smile

As blind desire corrupts

The once innocent souls

Can be pure no more...

Savior in Satin (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I may be no economist

But we’ve all gone broke

Everything’s gone amiss

Murder is all she wrote

Too many slashing wrists

Sex is the only antidote

Drenched in carnal bliss

Think I’ll go for a swim

In your ocean I’m gonna soak

My little savior in satin

What have I done to evoke

Your succulent candy kiss

When you stroll on in

Nothing’s as good as this

Smooth as silk, hot as fire

Break down my icy stare

Fill my soul with desire

Coal-fired lust for you bare

Can’t help but perspire

Sitting cold as you prepare

To dredge me from this mire

Sweet savior in satin

Loving with reckless abandon

In these moments, we’re free

Wrap yourself around me

Burn me alive, set me aflame

Our sin is all that we need

Too in love to feel any shame

My savior in satin

Oh, sweet alluring dove

Let us both imagine

A world with only our love

Floating free in ecstasy

Among the stars above

Let it be no fantasy

Our lives are a catastrophe

But in this space, we’re free

Eternal rapture of intimacy

But we’re only mortals, you see

Doomed to eternal agony

At least in the deepest hells

It’ll still be you and me

Eden (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Eden’s not the same

Since you tasted the forbidden fruit

Of the wicked truths evil and good

I cannot seem to live on

In this dying garden of eternity

Forever lost for human souls

To never find in all their days

Searching for the ever lasting

Scent of your bleeding heart

The sweet taste of forbidden kisses

On the red hot lips of yours

Scorched my soul and lit aflame

The desires that tear my heart apart

I can never forget your scream

As the very bosom of hell

Swallowed you up in demon’s lust

All in a senseless act of defiance

Seeded by mindless innocence

All the beauty of your lovely garden

Wasted away by foolish actions

And forever lost to the ovens of Perdition

Sweet Venom (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Let me lick your wounds, you said

As your sweet venom seeped in

Through my bloodstream, became addicted

To your delicious mind-bending poison

Trick me into loving you, lonely one

Thought your venom would paralyze me

Gave up on trying, you thought you'd won

But to keep me, you never had it, hon.

Your sweet venom grew bitter with time

Couldn't keep me in your teeth

Grinding me down and chewing me up

I broke free, battered, bruised, but alive

It's only a matter of time, now, dear

I know you'll tweak your recipe

But I won't be home for dinner, see

I've found a new poison sweet as honey

This one's strong enough to kill me

But in the dying, it makes me stronger

Knowing I won't need you any longer

A new sweet honey venom paralyzes me

What else do I need?

Never Say Never (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I grow concerned for

The good in your heart

Never say never, whatever

You say, no matter

I'm right here forever

What is that look

In your eyes I see

Envy, the grief,

That knife in your side...

Not time for repeating

The same old mistakes

Never say never to

Taking my rightful place

I know the joy and the fun

We used to share in this space

Between you and I, don't you lie

And say it won't be again

Never say never

I'll be here forever

Watching you die

As the pain grows inside

I know that you hurt

You're wounded I see

But that can't mean

You'll take no help from me

I saw as that dagger

Stuck right in your side

Might as well been

Through your chest

Cause your soul

It has died...

Never say never

Yes I'll be here forever

Watching you cry

As you curl up and die

I know that you're hurt

You're bleeding I see

But that can't mean

You won't take

Any help from me

Please take my hand

I'll try to help you stand

But you just refuse

For you, I'm no use

Never say never

I'll sit here forever

Waiting for your call

Even if it never comes

Again, at all...

King Richard (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Photo credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

Watched as you left

Leaving a fire trail behind

All the tears that I wept

Couldn't drown out the flames

You left as fast as you came

Might as well burned me down

The house so empty so cold

Should've burned me to the ground

Give me a sign now

If you're ever coming back

This way ever again

Before I move on

If I ever find a way

Tease me no more

Don't lead me astray

I thought I'd seen a sign

A U-turn or sharp curve

Towards a new direction

Take a different exit

But it brought me back

Straight to your memory

Gave me a heart attack

I panicked and winced

As I felt my blood boil

You told me I was your prince

Now I stand on tainted soil

My kingdom has fallen

All I loved turned away

To dust or into demons

For a quick death do I pray

But here they come my heroes

All who stand between

Ignorant fear and misery

Greed and wanton violence

The destruction of love

Steal me a little sunshine

My sweet beautiful thieves

Say what you will of us

You may not ever approve

But we will never go away

You've got nothing to prove

Against us you'll stand

But we'll never waver

The war for love is at hand

I thought I'd have you forever

But you ran as you heard

Truth that caused us to sever

I've only my honest word

Now I am only left to serve

The duty I was born to do

A post I would gladly observe

If I weren't a cowardly fool

I must stand for what I am

Though I did not choose

What I was be born to be

I cannot stand to lose

Despite what other see

I must stand firm in myself

And be all that I can be

Whoever may mock me

I cannot allow to break me

For I am King Richard

I have chosen my Destiny

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Fairy Tale (Poetry)

Clueless Choir (Poetry)

Wonder Child (Poetry)

A Little Paradox (Poetry)

Dream Coach (Poetry)

The Girl With No Hips (Poetry)

Mermaid (Poetry)

Aftertaste (Poetry)

Imperfect in Its Perfection (Poetry)

Her Name Means Love (Poetry)

Ode to Luna (Poetry)

High Heavens (Poetry)

Blue Moon (Poetry)

Gold Dusted (Poetry)

Modern Magic (Poetry)

This Morning (Poetry)

All These Things (Poetry)

Legacy (Poetry)

Spontaneous Combustion (Poetry)

With the Lights Down Low (Poetry)

Savior in Satin (Poetry)

Eden (Poetry)

Sweet Venom (Poetry)

Never Say Never (Poetry)

King Richard (Poetry)

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