Where Has Time Gone

Time does not keep
nor can time tell.
It does not fly
or toll any bell.

It passes quickly
when you are well
So much slower
as you waste in hell

We can not see it
It’s invisi-bell
We can not buy it
It’s not for (sell)

Time is not a master,
Nor is it a slave
It is merely a witness
From birth to grave

Copyright, John Allen Richter

“Forever – is composed of Nows”
Emily Dickinson

Haiku – Why Governors Put Infected Patients in Elderly Nursing Homes Where the Most Vulnerable Folks Live

All actions have why’s.
Conspiracies rise abound.
Keep looking till found.

Haiku Youth

Youth makes life larger
than we can travel when old.
Choose footsteps wisely.

©️ John Allen Richter 2022

Haiku Timer

Time stands by itself.
My body no longer can.
We all find time wins.

©️ John Allen Richter 2022

Haiku Blu

Dusk subtly appears
Almost as if it didn’t.
Soon the stars will sing.

©️ John Allen Richter 2022

Aging Happiness

Nothing more loving or telling
say I,
Then memories of yester year.

Those precious moments live between the tiny parts in our minds,
like short cut field grass between the toes.
Bouncing here and there. Sometimes,
appearing from nowhere. Flash!
…and suddenly I see – my Grandfather smiling at me –
With eyes I haven’t seen in 50 years.

His memory goes, as quickly as it came,
taking with him that familiar scent,
either cigar or blue-tip match struck to light it…
Space fades with his eyes, slowly getting farther and farther,
until I see nothing and am left with longing…
of just another second or two, perhaps…
And then gratitude – to God and to my mind.
For grace still allows me to remember such things.

But here we are, preparing yet again for another year.
Another effort, another cross to bear upon these aching bones.
Another year to be tormented by the evil of this Earth.
And what say you, dear friend, to my humbug temperament?
Quick to judge could be wrong because –
If nothing else I do this year,
then torture and slave away,
Then let it be to impart just here,
a smile for my grandchildren’s way…..

That memories of my eyes will keep them happy along their own way.
It’s really a gift from my Grandfather.
I’m only copy-catting.

Happy New Year all! Blessings to everyone.

Sweet Anna

There is a story within this pen,
a pen I flash so proudly about,
that doesn’t rise above the sin,
of other poems I may shout.

For nothing of this tale does say,
Proudly here I proclaim!
For within it I reveal today,
Nothing but dire shame.

It was youth that led me astray,
selfishly robbing her loving heart.
From the volumes of things she’d say,
Was last our vow to never part.

Because in the midst of a dark cold world,
where my soul had lavished so long,
Came a force of wonderment.
as a soul of complement,
a dearest thing of jubilant ……

… joy.
I should think.
That if my eye could only wink,
that I should find her winking back.
Then such emotion came to brink
and in that moment we came to link
our hearts our hands our souls could breach
something beyond our either reach
and darkness availed us no more
but rather trailed as we did soar…..

Something. Bright.
A new realm. A taste of spring, perhaps,
a place I’ve never been perhaps,
A place of something wondrous
to replace dark of old and blunderous
and to shed my realm of plunderous
where once I stood alone.

And then as sudden as a moonstruck gaze
I found her face within all the haze,
all the world in merry go round blaze
came something I had not appraised

Lips that did not move nor need a sound to rent,
for such green eyes of temperament
soothed my soul as lineament
and glanced the way so intimate
That dear, dear John……
She said. I love you.

So today I stand upon the spot,
once pasture and now parking lot,
where we sat and I first did see
that silent message from my dearly
that lit my world and memory
so bright that I could not see
the damage of my insincerity
would do to her best integrity
and bring my own selfish misery
to bear upon my sweet……

Not a single day of these 44 years has passed without my mind thinking of you and the dear, wondrous, beautiful part of my own life that you created, the kind part of me, the now wiser part of me, the astounded part of me that your loving gaze still imparts upon me if only in aged memory. I miss you. And I love you. Always. Thank you for being in my life. I hope your life has been fulfilled with every dream you ever imagined. Wherever you are. And wherever you’ve been.

Tammy Sue

I once knew a girl named Tammy Sue…
She was the prettiest thing i ever knew.
I never told her that in fact,
Because I was just a lad
Much older now, looking back,
I wonder what if i had?

The day we met was a summer dilly,
Me mum said come for a ride.
“I’ve got a friend near the eastern lillies,
with a daughter about your size.”

Mum, mum i cried,
why must we always twirl?
You know i don’t like leaving the house,
much less for meeting girls!

“Get your butt in the car,”
She said with that look…
of peril i’ve seen before.
So i skedaddled my butt
Into the seat –
And then i closed the door.

Wind, wind, rushing us by,
Passed a stop sign or two.
Then up a hilly drive,
On in to meet my rue…

Once inside the living room,
Family portrait on the wall.
One of them pretty!
And spinning around i found –
also very tall. 

She was indeed quite pretty,
and so i couldn’t figure why…
She seemed quite curious of me,
As if she’d never seen a guy.

And there I am, Just John you see,
A guy with never nothing.
That such a pretty girl as my Tammy,
would search for any something.

She wasn’t just looking at my eyes, you know?
She reached in through the hole.
And nestled in next to me
On the day she touched my soul.

Over the years I’ve wandered much,
And have wondered of Tammy Sue.
And I regret some things i’ve done.
And  things i didn’t do.

When I tell you, it will be hard for you,
but even harder for me now grown.
Because on that day of long ago blue,
I walked away, and left Tammy alone.

Eyes so brightly enigmatic,
and that I did not merit.
For i was but a rough shod relic,
Just  a slimy little ferret.

There’s a rule of attraction
I’ve always known  to be…

A girl as pretty as Tammy,

Was never meant for me.

Against the feelings in my bones,

And though I was never sure,

I left my Tammy all alone,

For I wasn’t worthy of her.

Ted Legs

Along the road I found a frog
who told me his name is Ted.
Now Ted looked scared, I suppose,
cuz i stepped very near his head.

“Watch out!” Ted shouted loud and said
“Didn’t you see me here?”
“fraid not” said I with a sense of dread,
“never seen a frog named Ted anywhere.”

“Well I’m he, you sightless old Mister!” …
Ted said in anger-fied way.
(His face all puffy like a big ol’ blister!)
“What do you have to say?”

“I think you need to walk up here where people can see you.”
But that made Ted mad I think.
Cuz he just hopped away.
Real slow like.


I think it’s hard to make a dramatic exit if you are a frog named Ted.
But then a car rolled by and smashed him.
Too bad. I warned him to walk up where people could see him.
I think Ted might a had a couple of screws loose or sumfin.
We’ll be havin frog legs tonight…
What kind of wine does one serve with stupid-ass Ted legs?

King George and Irony

Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Franklin, Hamilton…. These names are just a few of the brave men who stood up against tyranny under the threat of capital punishment. A standing death warrant was issued and signed by King George for all of the men who fought the British during our American Revolution. That is because King George did not accept their insurrection as a war. He and the entire British government considered the colonist’s move toward independence as nothing more than a criminal uprising perpetrated by rabble-rousers. King George had in his Windsor Castle an indoor room with a seat and a pot underneath – for crapping. That is where he hung the colonist’s Declaration of Independence. So people could use it to wipe with. And the fact is that each day that these brave, intelligent and freedom-seeking men lived and breathed, they did so in the sheer terror that they could be apprehended and hung by the neck until dead at any moment. Freedom was that important to them.

In fact, one of the so-called “rabble-rousers” famously said “Give me liberty or give me death,” thereby openly defying the king’s death warrants. His name was Patrick Henry, and he went on to lead the effort to force the adoption of the Bill of Rights into our constitution as a means to curtail the newly formed federal government from usurping the powers away from our citizens and our great states. Unfortunately, the federal government reversed the spirit of the Bill of Rights with the 14th amendment, making themselves, being the federal government, the enforcer of those 10 enumerated rights as they applied to how the states treated their own citizens. They turned it upside down. The 14th amendment made states subservient to the federal government. Ironic that the Bill of Rights was created to avoid that. Sure, most people point to the idea in the amendment that all persons born in the United States would now be considered citizens. And I agree that was necessary verbiage in light of the freedom of slaves. But it’s the pork in the 14th amendment that needs to be struck down. ie., The ridiculous notion that the federal government rules over the states. Surely Patrick Henry is rolling in his grave over that. More importantly, it’s the thing that makes federal politicians today think they have the authority to tell you to wear a mask, to call someone by gender pronouns which they prefer, to usurp the second amendment which clearly states shall not be infringed…. “Doh, you know the thing…” Right, Joe? It doesn’t say “well it’s ok if you infringe in little baby steps like taking this gun away or that ammunition away.” No. That’s not what it says. In fact, there is only a period after “Shall not be infringed.” That round dot is called a period, which ends the sentence and the amendment. It’s round, but it’s not a loop. Nor is it a loophole that would allow anyone to infringe on our rights. The spirit of the 2nd amendment was to keep the citizenry armed at least to the same power of the federal government so that if tyranny should ever show it’s dodgy, old, Alzheimer’s riddled face the citizenry could take their country back. Period.

The people of the United States recently witnessed their system of voting completely destroyed by fraud. The election was stolen by fraud and concerted deception – as you might see done in some third world nation – and ironically often at the behest of America’s own CIA or State Department operations. Now they simply did it to ourselves as though it were a perfectly normal thing to do. And there are 76 million Americans who saw it happen and are outraged.

Our current federal government is nervous. I suppose at the time, during the heated campaign trail, when angry words flared and temperaments soared above normal societal norms, their sheer, frothing hatred for President Trump caused them to believe that he was such an inherently terrible and evil human that any measure to take the country away from him would be justified, including scheming to steal an election. All is fair in love and war, they say. But in newborn light of the next day, as they muddle through the hangover of their diabolical hate intoxication – they begin remembering little parts that they played, little schemes and mysterious ballots and the stench of something born of lunacy suddenly starts alarming what little sense of decency they have left. And now, in the light of new day, without the cloud of hatred obscuring their view of themselves – they are in fear.

Recently the FCC notified ARRL and every amateur radio operator in the United States that using their ham radios for the purpose of “crimes” is illegal. Criminal. Not war-time combatants, such as revolutionaries like Washington and Jefferson. But the government fears that the people will rise up and use ham radios for communication during a new revolution. If they didn’t feel guilty about stealing an election then why would they now fear that the people will rise up against them? Why were 26,000 troops ordered to D.C. on the day of inauguration. And no, I won’t capitalize that word when it applies to Joe Biden. To use a phrase from Joe, a phrase he used when answering questions about his alleged criminal son and his business partner, the Chinese government, “Nobody has said that.” Nobody has said they want to rise up against this government either Joe.

This much I know: I will not bear arms against my nation. The weird question is, though, if our nation has been stolen then, well, is it still our nation? That’s actually two questions. Time will eventually reveal the answers. If not now on this Earth then we will find out on Judgement day. On the day of reckoning, there will be nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. All of our sins will be revealed. My advice is simply to love God. And to love one another. Do these things and you will enter into the everlasting kingdom of Heaven. The things of this world are all of debauchery and evil. Ignore them. Pray for those who perpetrate hatred and evil. And also let them know that radio waves can be visualized from space. Even WIFI waves can be made apparent on a digital screen. If covert communication would be needed, then communication would have to be done with microwaves, smoke signals, or modulated laser beams. (Which can actually travel many miles. Laser beams can be reflected off the surface of the moon or be focused horizontally above the Earth’s surface for hundreds of miles.) But these signals should not be transmitted from a grounded station like a home or building. They are more easily detected visually than EM radio waves. So a small com-transmission package should be attached to a small flying drone operated by an Arduino chip to fly to a particular area and altitude, point in the proper direction, and send the modulated beam at a distinct time so the recipient will be prepared to capture the message. Again the recipient would use a drone in a remote area to detect the message. The sending Arduino should then issue the command to destroy itself and all elements on or in it.

Just joking! LOL! Our democracy will survive this people. It is certainly the worst actual sinful thing I’ve witnessed against our nation. But so what? We’re not whining cry babies and we certainly aren’t going to mimic the shameless actions displayed by the loony left for the last 4 years. By contrast we actually have moral and ethical standards. We won’t react by using fraud to steal elections. We only need to get better at detecting when they do it. I honestly thought Trump was prepared for that. And we also don’t need to commit violence. We are the majority. Don’t let all the outright lying from the media and 1 percenters in big tech and oil fool you. They are only in office through blackmail and fraud. Not because they have a majority consensus. In the end it’s just like Hank Jr. says: We will survive. And for those of you trying to trap mild-mannered respectable Americans into some sort of weird entrapment over ham radios, you should be ashamed of yourselves. And you’re working for the wrong side anyway. Please just put some thought into what you are doing.