Category: Poems

The Top Pampered Champs (Poetry)

3/21/2019

by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

“The Top Pampered Champs” is a silly poem based on a dream I had about a book review series with the same title.

March 20, 2019

In these hallowed spaces we celebrate the whimsical

In these eminent pages we recognize the nonsensical

With our ever darkening world we need more than ever

To recognize truly exceptional and wonderful endeavors

We call the best of the best our top pampered champs.

Their work carefully scrutinized under high powered Scrutinization Lamps

Our champion subjects range from the lost and untold stories of Zeus

To super silly songs and really just about anything by Dr Seuss

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O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We? (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We?" is a poem that was written as the prelude to a eulogy for a Communications class.

6-10-2018

O what foolish creatures
Of dumb habit are we?
In death, let there be passion
But never lost in tears!
For eventual death was
Never among his great fears
Let there be so much joy
As a soul passes on
To be among angels
With her long desired
For his mortal body
Was tired and worn
But now he has his cloud
To set and rest upon

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My Princess No Longer (Poetry)

9/21/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"My Princess No Longer" is a poem about childhood love that didn’t last into adulthood.

6-11-18

You are no longer my princess
As I am no prince
Far from royal, anything but
I could still pretend

The backyard was our vast kingdom
In it, we stood tall
We were safe and invincible
Impervious from harm

But outside it, we stood apart
We weren't meant to be
With a sudden bitter farewell
I still am in shock

The two-seat swing was our escape
Our sanctuary
A holy pendulum above
The cold, cracked, hard ground

Suspending us both in the air
But you're now long gone
My heart's still on that two-seater
After all this time

It will never stop swinging
In the back of my mind
You're my princess no longer
I couldn't be your prince

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The Warrior Princess Creed (Poetry)

8/4/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"The Warrior Princess Creed" is the theme for "Team Luna" in the CRONOKAI Universe featured at Luna Starlight Comics.

The Warrior Princess Creed

Starlight starbright
Under midnight stars
I prowl the night
Hunting evil
Wherever it lies
Catch wrongdoers
By full surprise

Lurking, stalking
A judge for right
Hunting, creeping
In the shadows
I seek to fight
From highs and lows
The vile by moonlight

Both judge and jury
I have become
Know my fury
My wrath's begun
A warrior
Princess I am
Your end has come

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What Makes Me Come Alive? (Poetry)

5/14/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

“What Makes Me Come Alive?” is a poem about always pursuing what makes you happy and fulfilled, no matter what it takes.

May 2, 2018

What will make me come alive?
How will I burn forever bright?
With this eternal overdrive
Bathing in Creation's light

Knowing wrong from right
Means nothing in this
Birth of day from nights
Of innocent bliss

Pursuing a happiness
Undeterred in its method
Create at any and all costs
Even if you end up dead

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One in the Morning (Poetry)

2/20/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

Inspired by a Creative Commons stock photo taken by Julien Bachelet

"One in the Morning"

2-20-18

One in the morning
Desk lamp still burning
Staring at a black screen
Unsure what to write next
What has never been seen?
Or put into readable text?

Pulling an all nighter
Hoping for something brighter
Imagining a brand new scene
To make minds wonder and think
Throwing everything at this project
Even the damned kitchen sink

One in the morning
How can it still be?
Just realized the clock is stuck
But doesn't matter to me
The sun is rising, what luck
I'll write about the sunrise, see
And maybe something about a duck...

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This is Our Triumph (Poetry)

2/15/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"This is Our Triumph" is a free verse poem about taking control of your own life by choosing your own road. It's based loosely on the inspiration of a stock photo.

"This is Our Triumph"

All bundled up
My bag is packed
Only the clothes on my back
And what's in my modest pack
Are all that I have
I leave the rest
Behind

This is our triumph
To bring only
What we need
To free ourselves
Of the excess
To only be us
Free

This is our triumph
To take this journey
The travel itself
The adventure
The road our home
Wandering yes but not
Lost

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Hold Onto Me (Poetry)

2/7/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"Hold Onto Me" is a poem about a guy who just can't seem to let a beautiful girl out of his mind, heart, and soul, because he feels like nothing without her.

2-7-2018

Hold onto me
If you let go
I may fall
And shatter

But the brown-eyed goddess
Says to me, "If I love you
I must set you free"

I shudder and shake
Unsure why she should
Let me go so soon

Hold onto me
I say to her
Your beauty
Is magic I need

"You have it within you"
She says to me
"To be free and fly"

But I will never forget
The touch of her skin
The soft of her hair
The warmth of her smile

"This is not right"
She says to me
"You will find yourself"

Somehow...
Someway...

I want to believe her
Even still today

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A Call for Prayers (Poetry)

2/3/2018

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by R.A. Rowell; Co-Owner of Intent-sive Nature & the Brand Shamans network

"A Call for Prayers" is a poem about not just praying for or thinking about your own needs, but also to be putting positive intentions out there for everyone else out there who is struggling to find answers to their problems.

2/3/18

I need some prayers right now
But not so much for me
We all need to lift up one another
This is what we need to pray for

When you're feeling lost
I want you to dream
Dare to wish for something
Even if it seems impossible

You may be onto something
Just try and jot it down
Keep it in your mind
I pray that you can find the answer

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So You Dare to Be a Poet?

1/17/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

So I dare to be a poet? It does not matter what proportion of genius or innovation that my work might reflect. It is not of great importance of how I am to be compensated or even how my production is received. It is just important that it is received and witnessed at all. To touch one mind should be the only goal. If it touches more, that should be considered a bonus.

In the occupation of the poet, it is the audience that matters most. The content is of equal importance. But without the audience, what is the mission of said content?

There is also the important matter of context. It is extremely important that the context of words be carefully observed. Even then, sometimes you will stumble across a phrase in writing that is somehow universal and defines its own context. It is these sort of universal phrases a true poet must seek, for they are timeless and eternal.

There are great works of literature, to be sure, that contain such universal phrases. It is for these very trinkets of human creativity and expression that make a literary work one to truly treasure and honor. It has much less to do with the plot, often tried and true, than the telling. It is the artistry: the metaphor, the corollaries, the literary devices of all sorts that make the study.

Too many scholastic types obsess over mechanics and form. When it comes to substance, they read as much into every word as they possibly can, of course. Sometimes, scholars completely ignore the original context and make up their own just to have something to say.

All things considered, the poet's most dear focus should be the message. That is, the idea, the inspiration to be shared. The poet should never be too mindful of structure, only to the point to keep somewhat organized and to maintain direction in the work.

The editing process is what helps to smooth over the rough surfaces and trim the imperfections as much as is necessary, Sometimes the imperfections are a necessary part of creating the art. In the crafting of any human enterprise, there is always a slight imperfection. That is, unless it is the thesis of something so grand and undeniably universal that it has a sort of pseudo-perfection which must be beheld with the greatest awe...

Then again, the poet's work is never truly finished until it is grasped by another mind. Whatever it takes to reach the mind and soul of another must be done. That is the great mission of any poetry, in whatever form, to share that mind and soul unique to humankind.

I may often falter in being concise or clear, and perhaps for that I have not really been much of a success as a poet. But I do not offer this advice as a sort of "self-help" lecture or even as just a reflection of my own experience. It is simply to tell what I have painstakingly discovered over these many years of crafting far less than perfect verses and countless paragraphs of often aimless prose. The most important lesson that I can teach you is that no matter what, you will write a lot of crap. This is simply a necessary part of the writing process.

As has been said already, the poet must not be too mindful of structure. The form will appear on its own; if not right away, after careful and thoughtful editing, keeping only what is vital. But it is all-important that the words not be told what to do until they have already been written.

Pure poetry must come from your own stream of consciousness. Do not immediately if it does not seem original. The process must be unhindered from even the most casual scrutiny until what is to be said is already there. Surely more can be added to it later, but true poetry will take its form upon its conception.

It is only after the verses are borne that they can be effectively molded. The process I am describing is familiar to many as the notion of brainstorming. It is indeed a sort of storm, this process. It must be naturally allowed to run its course before you do anything to try and harness what it leaves behind.

Some writers are immensely gifted in this sort of "brainstorming" and not so much in the thereafter editing and moulding necessary to bring it to its final, proper, most perfect form. Whatever talent you have in that latter area is critical to your success as a poet. If it is satisfactory as is, don't touch it. Let others decide how they will receive it. You have done your part.

There is far more to poetry than any sort of rhyme scheme, meter, and any other structural element. These are, perhaps at best, tools that the poet can use. But it is this poet's opinion that the free-form must precede the use of any of these tools. Those tools should be part of the editing process, not that of creation.

If you find it easier to use such "poetic conformity" in the creation of your pieces, then so be it. But I can almost guarantee it will produce nothing in that fashion as wholesome as letting free-form language flow and then apply whatever tools necessary to refine it. If you dare to be a poet, let the words take you where they will, and not the other way around.

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Longing (Poetry)

1/16/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

2/28/07

I remember those eyes
Serious, piercing, & true
That mind so vast
That soul so troubled
Only for a moment
I wished to embrace
But it wasn’t to be

It haunts me
That feeling of lacking
This bitter fruit
On which I keep snacking
Now I am cracking
Longing for what
I could never have

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If Only That Could Be (Poetry)

1/16/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

IF ONLY THAT COULD BE

2004 / 2018

There's a little magic
Floating through the air tonight
I can see the stars
Peering through dark clouds
In the grey night sky

I hold you in my arms
All I feel’s the warming
Of your heart and soul
There's nothing else here
There's nothing else there

I close my eyes and see you close to me

If only that could be...
How happy would I be?

If only that could be
How joyful would I be?
I guess I'd only see
If only that could be...

Saying your name’s like
Tasting the rarest spice
In infinite quantities
To touch your face’s
Like the soft glow of the sun

But right now all I feel’s
The burning of my heart
There's no one else here
There's no one else there
I close my eyes and feel you close to me

Your voice is like a chorus
Heard throughout the world
I can hear the sweet melody
Of the words you say
The things you can't convey

The simple things
That make you
What you are
But it's impossible
It's just not possible

When only that could be
If only that could be...

When it could
Ever be just
You and me.

(c) Richard Rowell 2004-2018

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The 2nd Chance (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

Torn from the pages of spiral notebooks, here is "The 2nd Chance" from June 2007.

“The 2nd Chance”

6-1-2007

Junkies hang outside the window
Broken glass carpets the sidewalk
Sorrowful tears flood the hallways
What is left in these corridors
But the feeling of letting go?
You can talk all you want
But your pretty words
Won’t save me now

Lie through your teeth
Saying you care as you shove
A fallen angel to the floor
Drag her through a garden of thorns
Bleed her dry of life and hope I walk
A tight rope between hate and despair.
See you in hell, I’ll be waiting there

You look dreadful dear but...
A little makeup won’t hide the tears
Or mask that overwhelming fear
I’ve got no tomorrow but yesterday, she says
Proceeds to declare herself dead to the world
That could’ve turned its back on both of us
But the light shone on me instead

(c) Richard Rowell 2007

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Salty Tears (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"Salty Tears" is yet another poem torn from the pages of spiral notebooks written by Richard A. Rowell.

“Salty Tears”

6-1-2007

Do you salt your hearts
Before you swallow them whole?
Cause it stings a little
Every time I talk to you

I hear a tear in your voice
Put there to garner my sympathy
Perfect bait for the crushing of me
Feast on my blood long as you can

Because I will pull away
I will forget you, but never the pain
Of pulling my heart out of your throat
The marks of your fangs remain

The scar tissue reminds me
Of mistakes I’ll never make again
The man trap catches no more
No more victims to feed your lust

But here I stand a victim
Of your broken trust
That you never should have earned
Leaving me to rust

(c) Richard Rowell 2007

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Dark Blue Heavens (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"Dark Blue Heavens" is a poem torn from the pages of spiral notebooks written by Richard A. Rowell

"dark blue heavens"

1/18/07

is there anyone out there
in the dark blue heavens tonight
is there anything that could
be as lonely tonight?

i dream of a place
with crystal fields
a shining castle
of frosty ice
a gorgeous lovely
work of art
to be my company

is there anywhere out there
in the dark blue heavens for me?
is there anyone that could
take me away tonight?

when i close my eyes
i see nothing but lies
beautiful artful lies
when i drift off to sleep
i'm never counting any sheep
only the hours passing idly by
and the minutes the seconds

since you my blue-eyed beauty
said good-bye...

tonight the dark blue heavens
mock me and leave me wandering
for a new life...

(c) Richard Rowell 2007

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For All the Wrong Reasons (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"For All the Wrong Reasons" is a poem torn from the pages of spiral notebooks written by Richard A. Rowell.

“For All the Wrong Reasons”

6-1-2007

For all the wrong reasons
I dreamt away the seasons
Longing for you, but the whole time
You’d forgotten my face and my voice

To you, I was good as erased
And all the steps I’ve paced
On all those sleepless nights
I waited for a sign

Just one word from you
To say you loved me
And once I did
You loved me no more

And without a goodbye
You moved on with your life
With mine stuck in reverse
Bring me my hearse

Cause it will be
My new home
‘Fore long…

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Birth of a Hero (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"Birth of a Hero" is a poem torn from the pages of spiral notebooks written by Richard A. Rowell.

“Birth of a Hero”

1/16/2007

What’s the attraction
Between you and I
To only you I’ve sworn
I look into your eyes
Like their jewels in the sky
After a nuclear reaction
A new star is born

His destiny is set
And not his decision
Without a bit of trying
His task will be carried out
With accuracy and precision
After a major upset
He’ll go on a rage undying

The fiery angel will burn
Everything in his path
Nothing will be untouched
By his infernal wrath
Each man in turn
He will judge, by simple math
Not many will be spared

Who is this child
Who will become is
Such a ruthless madman
How will I play a hand
How can we let him exist
Knowing he will come
Embodied passions gone wild

There is one hope
And one only left
To calm this angel of death
A beautiful woman
Prettier than any before
Her work of charity
Will be earth’s last hope

(c) Richard Rowell 2007

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Should Have Known Better (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"Should Have Known Better" is a poem torn from the pages of spiral notebooks written by Richard A. Rowell.

“Should’ve Known Better”

6-19-2005

Straight out of a pleasant dream
More a treat than sweetest ice cream
What’s this I’ve stumbled upon?
Too beautiful to explain
From it’s too good to be true
Should’ve occurred to me something was wrong
Things are never what they seem

Should’ve known better
To every pleasure there’s a catch
Put so far out of reach
Having me play fetch
It was a fruitless endeavor
Should’ve known better
Than to wander into this cage
Whilst little devils lock the latch

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On a Bubble (Poetry)

1/11/2018

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"On a Bubble" is a poem published in January 2018 based on material originally written in May 2004 by Richard A. Rowell.

“On a Bubble”

1/10/18

(based on material from May 2004)

You sit on a bubble
Unsuspecting of trouble
But once you stooped so low
You were covered in rubble

Your foundation collapsed.
Built on hidden sands, perhaps.
Life’s full of mishaps.
You’re bound to make a few

But now you’re floating,
Infinitely high in the sky.
You don’t really care
If you run out of air and die.

You live for the journey
You’re not concerned
You don’t want a destination
You just wanna let loose and fly!

(c) Richard Rowell 2004-2018

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The Young Poets (Poetry)

12/17/2017

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by Richard Rowell; Co-owner of Brand Shamans & Write W.A.V.E. Media

"The Young Poets" is a poem about young poets finding themselves through their words. It was written by Richard A. Rowell in February 2016.

2-3-16

Words can be mysteries
They can be foreign sounds
That bewilder the mind
Yet are how we best can share
The wishes and dreams
That we keep deep down
To tell lies we wished
And dreamed could be true

The young poets among us
Seek for freedom to say
What needs to be said
Even if that was not
The original purpose
Just to create and breathe
Life into the mundane
To fill the empty moments

I wish to free myself
As many others have
To use this voice
Forgetting rhyme and meter
Set aside Conventions
From what I may write
Believe what you may
It can be what you want it to be

All the young poets
Must unite in purpose
Unique voices
Even considering
The same themes
To let go of fear
Of misunderstanding
And of judgment

To the young poets
I have to say
Never lose
The innocence
The wonder
Keep wishing
Keep dreaming
And the poems will come

(c) Richard A. Rowell 2016

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If I Never Wrote Another Word (Poetry)

12/10/2015

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

12-10-15

If I never wrote another word
What would be left unsaid?
What would still be
Misunderstood or unknown?
What if there was no way
To say what needed
To be said?

If I never wrote another word
What could have been
Lost to the darkness
Eternally left mysterious
Would words never written
Actually ever be missed
Or ever longed for again?

Were I never to write
Another word again
Could I intend
To find another way
To tell the truth
Picture it somehow
Draw it out in full color

Could I never write
Another word
Even just one
I find that
Highly unlikely
The words
Are forever

May they be
Mistranslated
Mistrusted
Misguided
These words
Will never end
And can only

Be written

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Victory for Literacy (Poetry)

1/10/2015

by Joshua Packard, JRPSongs

Photo credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

Taking aim at a full time victory
In the name of full rhyme literacy
Storing coffers of words wonderful
Like diet vegetables alphabetical

Quirks grammatical and parenthetical
Purely suitable, sublime and beautiful
Education fruitful to beyond what's usable

Vocalizing vibrations and sweet salutations
More than mere information squeezed through dense inebriation
Delightful and dialectical
Tested, tried, and true subliminal
Intentional, conscious and un-criminal
Maximum value of the minimal

Vocabulary strained and flexing
As some Wiccan form of hexing
Green, and red and yellow directing
Like the parallel intersecting
Bite the apple to the core
Crush the juice into some more
Dancing flavors back in store
Let it discover what it's for

Copyright (c) Joshua Packard 2015

Read more of Joshua's lyrics at JRPSongs.

The Wire Man

12/14/2014

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

Dec. 13, 2014

An incredible work of art
Formed from cold steel
But when made to resemble
Human form
When it’s seen
It feels warm
So much planning
Twisting, bending
To achieve desired form
The creator decreed
The work a failure
But those sharp edges
And rough corners
Are only human
The true form
Of a man

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True Holiday Spirit (Haiku Poetry)

12/5/2014

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by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer

Holiday spirit's
Not about buying presents,
Not push and shove -- love

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Traces of You (Poetry)

12/4/2014

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

Photo credit: Pixabay, Public Domain

Wicked places

Ugly faces

Yet everywhere I look

I’ve seen traces of you

I could write a book

Outlining hat you took

My heart, my soul, my pride

I’ve locked your memory

Up deep inside

Familiar faces

Bring back happy places

I could’ve run the races

But I just walked on the side

No one in which to confide

My deepest secret, the divide

That tears me apart inside

Traces of you

Memories of your face

And longing fruitlessly

To be locked in your embrace

I just can’t provide

The reasons that I hide

As my love that collide

Just can’t let you see

That I’ve cried

Over traces of you

Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005

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O What Foolish Creatures of Dumb Habit Are We? (Poetry)

My Princess No Longer (Poetry)

The Warrior Princess Creed (Poetry)

What Makes Me Come Alive? (Poetry)

One in the Morning (Poetry)

This is Our Triumph (Poetry)

Hold Onto Me (Poetry)

A Call for Prayers (Poetry)

So You Dare to Be a Poet?

Longing (Poetry)

If Only That Could Be (Poetry)

The 2nd Chance (Poetry)

Salty Tears (Poetry)

Dark Blue Heavens (Poetry)

For All the Wrong Reasons (Poetry)

Birth of a Hero (Poetry)

Should Have Known Better (Poetry)

On a Bubble (Poetry)

The Young Poets (Poetry)

If I Never Wrote Another Word (Poetry)

Victory for Literacy (Poetry)

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