Finding Love

Tis never hour for which to gaze
into the sorcerer’s labyrinth.
Though smoke doth pour of open bays
beware his midnight’s fab’ric.
For deep inside he learns the way
to conquer all weakened souls.
And all of those who’ve gone alone –
left bloodless during day.

Yet to learn the trick of love’s desire,
of beauty lass so enchanting –
you may chance the halls of his quicken mire,
to earn his right of granting.
And if you survive the lass be yours,
but with this curse, of every verse –
of yours to her supplanting.

For never shall her womanly wiles
be known by you for rote,
only you’ll find those carnal smiles
first daily then yearly doled.

So if true love is on your mind,
and sweet destiny your eager search,
to hell with those of wizard kind
and find your lover in church!

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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Child Games

Sordid tales do rise from below,
of those who’ve gone before.
We carry their lives to and fro
and file it under lore.

But whenst look most carefully,
divining good from bad,
it seems to me most woefully
we carry the worst they had.

Children’s games do tell the tale,
of such dire travesty.
Of their death and destruction trail,
and long gone tragedy.

With pockets full of posies they sing,
and of bridges falling down,
it’s a wonderment that they never bring
a new plague to every town

So I listen quietly and watch a while,
’til one moves away from the pack.
and when my demons do come alive –
I’ll give him forty whacks….

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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