Spirit Free

Never glory -stand before –
timeless hour of bravery.
Men clad not in kings-men clothing,
nor of peasant lore –
but sheathed within freedom’s spirit –
the robe of something more…

My prayers and solemn wishes for those poor souls trapped under the hateful eyes of ISIS, Christian or otherwise.  May God bless you this night and forever. 


Gon’ Wait and See

Well this is a rough draft of a poem that might set itself well to a tune but I haven’t worked on that yet.  Sometimes i think it would be nice to have someone to collaborate with – such that I am not a musician or singer…  if you have a tune in your head then I’d sure appreciate hearing it…

Everybody’s talking ’bout love these days
Got me crazy, I can’t make heads or tails
Yeah I was looking out my car window pane
at all the crazy things and hate we blame

I ain’t sure if love’s what our world’s got
I’m pretty sure it’s what we’ve lost
Now that girl in the tight dress is certainly hot
but that ain’t love sir, that’s mother nature’s trot.

Cause love ain’t got nothin’ to do
with what we got below
Not today
not a hundred years ago.
You know love’s got everything
to do with our souls.
‘Cuz babies gonna need
two parents to make ‘em grow
So you stick by your honey
and you help her just so

See, love might be the road for that young man to go
’cause he ain’t been nowhere – got everywhere to go
But as for me I’m gonna just sit here and see
’cause those roads are litterd with my memories.

Yeah I’m just gonna sit here – wait and see
what my honey gon’ do for me.
And if she’s thinkin’ ’bout little babies
then I’m gon’ hit that road as fast as can be

Yeah I’m just gonna sit here – wait and see

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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I’ll Be Seeing You

Written/Produced Sammy Fain and Irving Kahall, 1938

Other Versions:
Billie Holiday Youtube
Rosemary Clooney Youtube
McGuire Sisters (Most Original I think)
Ray Charles Youtube
Michael Buble Youtube

Lyrics:

I’ll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through

In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children’s carousel
The chestnut trees, the wishing well

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

Did We Say Goodbye

Did we ever say goodby?
Or did we just walk away?
Like nothing really matters
to our hearts anyway?
I’ll pretend if you’d like me too
Pretend that I just don’t feel the pain
But honey, I feel the same.

I’ll be walking down the street
just thinking about my feet
But not about you, no no
I suppose that’s the way it’s got to be

But every once in a while
I catch a glimpse of myself
alone, all alone, in the windowpane.
That’s when I think about you, again.

And I think…

Did we ever say goodby?
Or did we just walk away?
Like nothing really matters
to our hearts anyway?
If you need me to I’ll pretend
I don’t feel the pain
But darling, I do.

There’s just one thing
you gotta know my heart sings
yeah, ’cause I love you
Yes I do.
I love you.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Kick the Can

The story goes a little like this
a young man goes out to find his sweet little miss
they fall in love baby, hug and kiss
come around, get married, have a few kids

But did you ever wonder where the time goes
did you ever wonder why we grow old
and were the skies as blue 40 years ago
Honey I don’t know
I just don’t know

Kids grow up, off to school
Momma plays daddy like a stupid fool
Marriage is dead, time is gone
So there you are mister
all alone

Just singing your songs
to all those little ones
Keep playing that hopscotch babies
keep having that fun

You got to play kick the can
as long as you can
’cause time’ll come round real soon
where you got to be a man

And did you ever wonder where the time goes
did you ever wonder why we grow old
and were the skies as blue 40 years ago
I don’t know baby
I just don’t know

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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My Legendary Love

That such love could find my path –
that of Delilah, or sweet Abraham’s Sarah –
Or queen of Nile to rest head on breast,
nesting in the sweet softness of her skin –
resting away in her scent of Heaven…
Dreaming of her full lips – so red
and glistening with dew of gods –
sweet nectar that I should long to taste…
and taste….
and taste….

Her vision of curves so enchanting –
her devotion to love so entrenching….
But what means have I –
such mortal man of treasures shy –
to hope for that of legend scape?
Desire she, Penelope – while
Ulysses out to sea –
Battling through axe and heart they –
her suitors of Ithaca plain…

Or should I wait to find dear muses –
Erato, of course my own…
Whispering my ears such beauty –
and breath divine –
that she, and only she,
ever be mine….

Or should it be –
absent that –
my muse of destined tragedy…
Sweet Melpomene to
hold my hand and soul –
yet wrest away my heart….

No, would not to thee be a pleasure born,
nor affinity for your most love adorn –
that your own beauty should sail
through my heart as the swiftest cutter –
its wake drifting apart from tales of old –
swathing our own, new legend of love’s lore!
For never in this world of books and pages –
nor old men’s tales – nor words of maids
has been alive such beauty as yours –
nor such lips that I feel to kiss them forever…
nor such sweet moans that barely escape them…
surely wishing to be inside you until ever as I.
So burn the fables – turn the tables –
Ulysses return to your own home!
For I have found love,
and our story is not yet written……

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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I Run Away

Mussel boat arrive –
men clacking,
clacketing –
shells splashing the bay.
I run and run,
run away –
forfeit right to cool ocean air –
Gull wings splash the sun –
as blinding bits of angels –
their choking calls
like jungle drums –
beating into me –
choking my heart –
out of tune
confusing the metronome
of who I am today –
the man once known
by so few –
I run upon the broken shells
beaches littered like glassy hell.
Blood soaked sands of yesterday
seep into the blistered soles
of my weathered toes –
Like little foreigners
looking up at me –
their yellowing scarred
window panes – scratched
and ragged – catching –
raping time for what it is –
A death so certain –
where I lay
discarded china doll –
ceramic shards on shells –
long forgotten –
China dolls feel no pain.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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