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The Novelist Retired (Poetry)

11/30/2014

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

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Aspirations of a novelist

Trying to recreate the magic

Of good times long past

They weren’t that great in fact

Just that today things

Move along much rather fast

Writing to educate

But the plot is unclear

Can’t seem to graduate

To the level of prolific story teller

So much wisdom to share

But the paper and pencil

He’s just giving a long stare

Then a little voice whispers

Hell, I wonder if you

Could put it in a song

Maybe I’ll hit the books again someday

But for now I got bills to pay

And a few things to write about today

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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Wooden Faces (Poetry)

11/30/2014

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

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Wooden faces

Hide all expression

Showing no emotion

But you cannot fool me

With your false impressions

Your decorated masks

Aren’t clever inventions

Crooked smiles

Only visible every

So once and a while

Broken frowns

Reflect a broken heart

Strolling lonely

Thru this old town

A wooden face tells all

Too much pain

Too much to show

That should not

Ever be shown

Emotional overflow

No stitches can be sown

To tie these wounds

Wooden faces

Hide the expression

But not the emotion

You cannot fool me

With false attempts

Your silly masks

Are unoriginal inventions

Copyright (C) Richard Rowell 2005

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Peace in Our Times (Poetry)

11/29/2014

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

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Quiet, meditative mind

The order I’m trying to find

Such an ugly mess

The world surrounding me

I feel helpless sometimes

I have to confess

Waiting for peace in our times

Yeah, I heard you laughing

At such a notion

As peace in our times

Innocent human beings

Dying as obvious victims

Of horrendous war crimes

I pray for peace in our times

Do not ever forget

What evil runs amok here

Yes, I feel such devotion

To the task of holding on

How can this pain continue?

So I scream out in violent song

Hoping to see peace in our times

What this world needs

Has been said millions of times

The ignorance on which society feeds

We’ll never get anything good done

Only when we all realize that

We really are all the same

Only then there will be peace in our times

Love, is there enough for all?

I feel my heart in free fall

Floating dead weightless and free

From these dark chambers I flee

What I leave behind I regret

Moving ahead is so bittersweet

Off to bring some peace to our times

Often feeling far from adequate

Knowing the thin and thick of it

But these verses of seven lines

These pretty simple rhymes

How are they at all able to

And somehow can they help us

Reach our goal of peace in our times!?

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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Song of the Sky (Poetry)

11/29/2014

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

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Colors vibrant, air warm and tasty

Sweet aromas, bitter memories

Of what I’ve left behind

Nothing here can ever remind me

Of the despair I’ve wallowed in

For far too long a time

There’s a sweet song I hear in your voice

Takes me to a place of your choice

A beautiful world of imagination

A paradise free of any aggravation

A way to free my spirit’s reservations

Now I know I’ll never be alone

As long as your voice still sings to me

No way can I ever cry, long as I can hear

The song of the sky…

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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Fixture (Poetry)

11/28/2014

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

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Your face is a fixture

That lights up this dark room

Your photograph on my desk

I sit and stare at your picture

It's like I've no other care

In this world that no one

Really takes a notice of me

So I just silently repair

Back to my little shrine

Set up in your memory

Leaving me here to drown

In my own tears, my valentine

The old melody plays back

From our first anniversary

I repeat that tune again

To the days of old I go back

You were all I lived for

It would seem love a curse

So long in tenderness immersed

Nothing but you mattered more

Now your face is a fixture

Reminding me of the past

I've nothing of yours left

Nothing but your picture

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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I Wonder (Poetry)

11/28/2014

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

11-26-14

I wonder
If I write
A poem
In this way
Will it be
Something new
Original
And creative
Or will
The exercise
Itself be
A poem
All its own

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2014

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In Her Court (Poetry)

11/25/2014

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

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I've never liked these games

That love plays on a heart

They lure you in, then rip you apart

The words that I say sound so simple

Can't really do justice to telling

The Way I truly feel - there was one girl,

Who didn't dare to play that game again

After all the extra innings that she logged

After all the overtime that did her in

She no longer had any time for herself

No time to be herself

She had to play Goddess for one boy

And to another, an old throw-away toy

To someone who looks so fragile

You don't want to be stuck in her court

She doesn't play the easy games

The only game she plays is life

And she plays only as her self

She needs no alter-ego

No other face does she need

To show to the world

For she is beautiful anyway

But I can only watch from a distance

As she no longer plays the game of Love

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Draw Me a Picture (Poetry)

11/24/2014

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

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Draw me a picture

Invent me a tale

Tell me a lecture

Send me some mail

I want to know all there

Is to know

In every shape and form

To draw a complete picture

Of the world

Such is impossible

Is the general consensus

The popular opinion

There can be no such genius

Who could accomplish such a task

In a lifetime.

I've collected all I can

Send me all you know

About every woman and man

My palette of infinite colors

Can paint on this infinite wall

The pith of our existence

The overall picture of our world

Now an old man

I look on my creation

And despite all you may think

I feel no frustration

In fact, I feel

A sense of completion

But as all come to see

And many are overwhelmed

On many elements of it

No one can agree

My picture of the world

Resembles a tree

Millions of branches

With billions of leaves

But that we grow from

The same roots

Almost no one believes

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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Insanity Fair (Poetry)

11/22/2014

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

Come see grand exhibits,

The fashion queen is here?

Hey, am I looking good, baby?

Our external appearance is

Such an overblown fear

Some would much rather

See chaos and perplexing absurdity.

They'd rather see something new,

Something they've never

Seen before, ‘cause seriously

This pop thing is leaving lots of us blue.

Insanity fair, you know I'll be there

You'll be looking pretty with bows in your hair

Yeah, it's all about the competitive flair

Dressing up so cute, applying makeup with care

Hell, man, we're loving the rivalry

Who gives a shit if you got time for me?

It's so damn great dreaming my fantasy

That maybe one day I'll hang with celebrity

Insanity fair, you know I'll be there

You'll be looking pretty with bows in your hair

Yeah, it's all about the competitive flair

Dressing up so cute, applying makeup with care

Pretty pictures taken

All over the covers

Of the pop magazines

Wonder how many are faking

This beauty they portray

Making peeps dress their way

This and that, right over here is

The perfect outfit in which to get laid

Insanity fair, you know I'll be there

You'll be looking pretty with bows in your hair

Yeah, it's all about the competitive flair

Dressing up so cute, applying makeup with care

Hey, girls, yeah, the sex appeal

Too bad this image of perfection

Ain't at all real, I hate the fake,

You know how I feel!

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Invisible Glass (Poetry)

11/21/2014

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

Never sharing a word of conversation

Even if I agree with her observation

Looking in from the outside

There's invisible glass between us

We can't touch it, or feel it

It's just there, and we can't break it

Cause neither of us will try

You need to let go - of the past

I wasn't me then, understand,

I know that you've heard this

Said as a lie, but believe you me

I ain't lying to you

This glass is so shiny

I'm looking right through

But maybe the “you”

I see - isn't really you

Maybe my mind has gone

And exaggerated, overanalyzed,

This is so complicated.

There's invisible glass between us

We can't touch it, or feel it

It's just there, and we can't break it

Cause neither of us will try

You need to let go, of the past

I wasn't me, then, understand

I know that you've heard, this

Said as a lie, but believe you me

I ain't lying to you

Is it this unbreakable

Is it this unalterable

Do we really repel so much

Are we really opposites

Of the same magnetic pole?

Invisible glass, between the

Two of us, just there,

Can't be broken

Cause neither of us

Will dare even try

We aren't meant to

Say a word to

Ask you to

Understand me so

We can, be friendly

And stop this

Private Little War

Right here!

Invisible... invisible

We aren't meant to associate

We aren't meant to share anything

We aren't meant to wonder why

We aren't meant to understand why

This invisible glass

For some reason here protects us

There's something in you

And something in me

That may react horribly...

This invisible glass

May serve a purpose

But it drives me up a wall

To see you almost every day

I feel so helplessly small

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Unpublished Novelist (Poetry)

11/21/2014

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

Eye tells hand where to point

The cursor, open file, and read

This is the story of a certain one

Who did nothing but type away

In all the days, the words add up

Millions and millions, hard drive

Almost totally full with only words

Stories, poems, prose, and speech

What are the lessons that this one

Poor soul was trying to teach

The outside world was too far away

To reach with her message

Who would have listened anyway?

For they would comprehend so little

Or nothing of what she had to say

The world, she said, too busy in play

Worshipping the Devil and feeding

His demons their souls and hearts

Such harsh words to vilify human-kind

They were the words of an, indeed

Unpublished novelist, who seriously

Was writing a story, not of course,

Speaking in literal terms, we would

Like to believe that to be true

We can't be sure, it's up to you

To read, and interpret, its truths

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Withering Dream (Poetry)

11/20/2014

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

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Time takes its toll

On a withered dream

The love couldn't hold

Another failure tale told

It is a page

Full of regrets

Untested tests

Knees buckled

Eyes couldn't stop crying

No method of apology

Just reflections in an anthology

Turned my back on the past

Solemnly, it is no longer welcome

Expression of depression

Lacked in certain direction

Stricken by unusual infection

Not allowed to feel such affection

Found the deepest hole

Burying my dream

No time for lies untold

Nothing more is to unfold

The truth's unfeeling and cold

No room to show emotion

No formula for the magic love potion

Can no longer maintain this backward motion

Withering away

This love is depleted

Withering dream

Horribly misled

Withering love

Rapidly retreated

Time takes its toll

On a withered dream

The love wasn't meant to hold

Another sad story told

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2004

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A Field of Words (Poetry)

11/20/2014

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

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What is it I write he asks himself

These many papers spread across his floor

On his desk, and he just writes more and more

A field of words, what do they all mean

Doesn't ever seem to enter his mind

He writes love songs, angry songs,

Songs about war, songs about peace

Songs about right and songs about wrong

Still he hasn't found the ultimate find

That will be his number one song

He runs through this field of words

Stepping all over the papers

There aren't enough manila folders

In the world, to contain them all

The piles and piles stack up

And they continue to fall

From the publishers he still

Hasn't received a call

What does he think is so important

The many thoughts that enter his mind

In his sleep, he thinks more and more

A field of ideas, what do they all say?

He dreams about love, dreams about anger

Dreams about safety,

Dreams about imminent danger

Dreams about what's right,

Dreams about what's wrong

And every night, he hears the same song.

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2004

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The Flame (Poetry)

11/19/2014

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

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Keep the flame burnin'

Don't let it blow out

We've got no time to start over

We've got no time to rid Sin's plague

We'll just keep hate away

And keep our love the same

Oh, whatever we will do

We gotta keep the flame burnin'

I've seen all the flames

Goin' out in the rain

But yours and mine baby

Is driving everyone insane

We've gone through it all

Even drowned in our own tears

And through these ravaged years

We've somehow kept it all going

Keep the flame burnin'

Don't let it blow out

We've got no time to start over

We've got no time to rid Sin's plague

We'll just keep hate away

And keep our love the same

Oh, whatever we will do

We gotta keep the flame burnin'

I don't understand the reasons

I can't rearrange the seasons

I'm no God, and I don't wanna be

All I need is your company

Let's keep the flame burnin'

Many years ago, you started a flame

And ever since then,

I've never quite been the same

It was a long time, before I even knew your name

And ever since then, we've been one in the same

Baby, keep the flame burnin'

Don't let it blow out, now!

We've got no time to start over

We've got no time to rid Sin's plague

We'll just keep hate away

And keep our love the same

And whatever we will do

We gotta keep the flame burnin'

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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The Tower Dweller (Poetry)

11/19/2014

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

Watch ticking through the hours

Spent idling in an old classroom

Looking down from your sky tower

Down at the little people of the world

Finish reading from cover to cover

Read words from a musty old book

Lost in a reverie of an imaginary lover

Lived in the simple mind of a child's

Trying making conversation with another

Made your lips barely form a word

Unable to talk to even your own mother

Caught up in all your own muddled thoughts

And so is the life of a tower dweller

So far above the rest of reality

His imaginary girl, don't tell her

That existence really isn't that far!

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-04

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Work of Art (Poetry)

11/18/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

Should I wait and stare
Ponder your image for awhile
Is it simply impolite or
Are you art to be admired?

You have the ingredients
That make a perfect woman
But is that really possible
Without a perfect man?

Is there such a thing
As perfection as we'd like
Not in this reality, no
It is more than unlikely

Some would be bored
With the thought of perfection
Each day too alike
But believe me, there is
Always more to wonder

You are the proof that there's
Depth that doesn't meet the eye
To know you is to love you
You fill me up with such
Happiness that I cry

There are thoughts up here
In my mind that words are
Inadequate to relay, it's true
In my mind, your beauty so
Infinite beyond the skin
In my mind’s eye so consistently appears

The verse seems out of rhythm
Sometimes, but you can blend the tune
Just when everything seems out of place
You walk in and liven up the room

The eye is so stupid and dumb
There is so much more to see
Just an outer shell is so admired
But for the whole, most don't see
This beauty infinite inside I most desire

This is a fire you've lit inside of me
Once upon a time, I thought one like you
Could only exist as my own fantasy
But it's true, it is, that you are true

You are here, among us,
And I will seem to do any thing
To make you notice me

As awkward and clumsy
As I come off to be
I hope that there is something
That you can love in me

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Case (Poetry)

11/18/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

I keep it locked in a fireproof case

But you can easily see the look on my face

My mind is a camera with limitless exposures

Got snapshots of every move you make

But my love for you too inconvenient

Lock those pictures away

Not really wanting recognition

Though I’d probably be a Gold Key runaway

All the people, they’ll ask who’s this girl?

Who is this really fine chick?

Well, man, I looked in those eyes

The deep dark kind of eyes

Which make your heart stick

This is a serious case, a combination

I’ve conveniently forgotten

But no, I can’t forget her gorgeous face

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Staring Down (Poetry)

11/16/2014

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

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The full moon tonight

Staring down from the sky

We're under a watchful eye

We know You're watching.

Staring down

Ashamed of what You see

All this is, this tragedy

We live each day within

We can't escape the hearth

The glowing embers of sin

All around us, can't begin

To understand us, how much

We could let poison our hearts

Staring down

But this time,

We're staring back up!

The full moon tonight

Staring down from the sky

We're under a watchful eye

We know You're watching.

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Saved by the Bell (Poetry)

11/16/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

Driven back into a world of fantasy

By the stress of this reality

In a world marred by divisions

So many ideas and so many opinions

It’d be such a wonder to close out

All the rest of the world for awhile

To find out what this little nuisance

This little pesky thing called love’s about

Saved by the bell

Can’t help but stare at you

Such a social creature

Maybe that innocent beauty of yours

Stands as your most brilliant feature

But there’s more to you, I can’t explain.

Is it simply my overestimating?

Am I just going insane?

Saved by the bell

All this academic work

Giving me such headaches

I’d love to sit within my thoughts

For a while, and show you truly

What this mind can create

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Beautiful Turkeys (Thanksgiving Haiku)

11/15/2014

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by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer

Beautiful turkeys

Showing fancy feathers and

Gobbling, Thanksgiving

*I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network

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Lost on Me (Poetry)

11/15/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

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Babel has been so cruel
The words my brother’s
Trying to say to me
Are falling on mine own
Confused ears that cannot
Understand the words
That he uses in speech.

A growing vocabulary
The language of others
Their minds think in
Different patterns
Yet the same thoughts
Tend to come through
Peace, hope, love

These things all stay
Good and wondrous
Greed and hatred
Remain equally seeded
In the depths of the
Human souls in this day
Easily cultivated

It is lost on me
How we all speak
Different words
Yet somehow in
So many ways
Say the same things
In different ways

And when there
Comes true genius
How do we know?
If the language of
His or her mind
Will be known
By the rest of us?

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2003-2004

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Scarlet Morning (Poetry)

11/15/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

Photo credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

September 20, 2013

Woke up in a scarlet morning
Songbirds and the crickets chirping
Blinding sun hits my eyes
I'm wide awake, my muscles cramping
Unprepared for an early surprise
There she was, in a brilliant disguise
Standing there softly humming

Before I could ask her why
She turned her face to me
Lovely and perfect as ever
But her eyes dead as could be
Inside I felt my heart die
In my head burned a hot fever
The beauty before me wasn't alive

She whispered my name through pursed lips
And said something I couldn't make out
Her mouth didn't move but I heard the sounds
I wanted to tell her the honest truth
But somehow she already knew all about
My secret love for her knew no bounds
But now she was gone and then I knew

This was her ghost left to haunt me
And the morning sky turned to grey
As I awoke in a cold sweat around three
I called her up and knew just what to say

On the other end a tired voice mewed
"Go back to bed, I'll see you today"
Something sounded off in her mood
"I love you, Scarlet," I had to say

The very next morning she passed away...

Copyright (c) 2013 Richard Rowell

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I Am (Poetry)

11/13/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

(11-4-2004)

I am, what you see right here, I am

What this world doesn't want to see

Someone who goes against the flow

And raises his voice above the popular echo

I am, not what they want me to be

I am sometimes unpopular, sometimes

I am ridiculed so harshly by the critics

I am a little insane sometimes

I am little crazy o'er the girls

I am quite imperfect, you know

That's the thing, you see

I am a little bit more than outrageous, and

I've had times where I've been far...

Less than courageous...

The popular echo, the popular echo, the popular…

Individuality, uniqueness, individuality

You are special somehow, we don't always know

What you're meant to do, but we know that

You're more than all right, just as you are.

But where, when does the curtain fall?

When are you, just a little too outspoken?

When have you gone… a little too far?

I can't answer, you'll have to find for yourself

I am just one who makes you think

Through the words that I write

And I am prob'ly just another fool

Who tells ya'll just be yourself,

Whatever that may be.

Even if they don't like it

You see, least you can always be yourself

And say I am... this is me... I AM!

I am wild and free

I am what I want to be

I am what I am,

You gotta be what you are!

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2004

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The Invisible Tour Guide (Poetry)

11/13/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

October 24th, 2005

Thoughts wandering
Concepts pondering
A purpose fleeting
Compassion bleeding
Time is racing,
Speeding along undeterred
And unannounced
Growing older by the second
Am I one bit wiser
Or is it better to
Be a penny richer?
A style of life
Is just another
Road we take
Free spirits wander
Never we're really alone
Someone is always beside us
That companion we may not
Always see
But the company
Is always there

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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The Firmament (Poetry)

11/12/2014

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by Richard Rowell, Staff Writer

(11-12-14)

Where the sky meets the water
That is where I want to be
Or is where the water meets the sky
Rather how I should put it?

I wish to reach for the endless horizon
The great infinity, the indescribable beauty
To reach farther, to dream further, to stretch
My imagination to the highest firmament

I long to dream of a place, a neverending sea
In which I can dive to find the greatest treasures
The strangest creatures and the darkest crannies
A great adventure like none before ever had

I wish to one day break free of all firmaments
To fly free into the starry night through the galaxies
The infinite universe ever expanding in harmony and grace
I wish to explore the infinite sea of the human imagination

The greatest firmament that ever was
That isn't a firmament at all

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2014

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