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Best Richard J. Long Poems

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Frozen Fingers

Frozen fingers reaching down
Silvery tips pointed toward the ground

No matter it long or short
Breath of air determines its unjointed contort

Grabbing the Sun’s light of day
Glowing and gleaming with each flickering ray

More than five fingers on its icy hand
The reach of each extended by cold wet sand

Tapping sound of drip, drip, drip
Wiggling goodbye, while releasing a tired grip

By: Richard J. Long 
February 2014

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Brown Dragon

Brown dragon
You boil and twist
As nothing can resist
The thrust of your mist

Leaping teeth of white
Wildly displays
The expanding power of your might
As you enforce your bite

Throbbing shadows of black
Reaching for air
Smothered under your giant back
Yielding to your attack

Gray granite makes up your scales
Sharp as the carpenter’s nails
Appearing to wiggle and flail
Wanting freedom, to no avail

Brown dragon
Retreat to your lair
Receding without a care
While your life water disappears from the air

By: Richard J. Long  

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2011

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Snowy Delight or Fright

Snow of delight or snow of fright?
Bringing forth a world of wintry white.
Children sled and play no matter it night or day.

In its pleasures they do delight.
Spreading limbs wind up and down.
An angel’s wings flying without a sound.

Rolling giant balls of powder.
The children laugh a little louder.
Even though, they sometimes flounder.

Snow of delight for them.
Snow of fright for some men.
As they shovel the snow again and again.

Canine friends tunnel their way.
A lost one looking for the light of day.
Wishing for a warmer place to play.

Bending the branches of my favorite evergreen.
How far can they stand to lean?
Will it be nice or mean to my evergreen?

How might your scene unfold?
Did it make you shiver in the cold?
Is it a delight or fright to behold?

Richard J. Long (February, 2010)
Inspired by Snow apocalypse

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2010

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Power of One

Power of One!
One summer with a dear Auntie,
the ability to read she did grant me.
Her patience and a gal named Jane
pointed me in the right direction 
Like a weather vane.
Paulette is the name of the special one
who opened my eyes up to the fun.
She helped me read “See Dick and Jane Run.”
It was a cloud bank departing from the sun.
She unveiled fantastic worlds of unending fun.
The first one undone was about a Cat in a Hat.
Then a boy on the run to adventure with his friend Jim.
Eventually, a ship came to where the treasure had been.
“One for all and all for one”, said the Musketeers.
The Call of the Wild did shed a few tears.
Next, a thrill King enticed my fears.
I cheer for a detective named Cross,
for he is the ultimate crime solving boss.
If it were not for Paulette, these and future worlds of discovery would be lost.
Thank You, Auntie Paul!

By: Richard J. Long, 2010

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Holden On

Holden on to that golden smile
the power of a mighty river, like the Nile

Holden on to his incredible laughter
it echoes to the highest rafter

Holden on to his favorite quotes
“Hey, how ya doing?” and “are you tired?”
rings its sweet notes

On Holden to that beautiful place
with your charisma, they shall be graced

Honoring Holden Eanes
Richard J. Long- February 2011

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Spring Sings

As I drive along
Spring sings me a song
daffodils wink colors of 
white and yellow – oh for
to inspire a fellow

Red buds proudly glow as 
they loudly show of a pinkish hew
but is that enough to inspire me or you?

Distinctly, nature begins to paint 
the landscape clean
and appears like a rolling Irish scene
calmly it wipes away at winter’s rust
as it melts away its final thrust
the promise of more spring color
it does entrust

Deer are on the move as their 
menu choices begin to improve
while the weeping willow cheers along 
as it develops its summer leaf song

Robins and hummers begin to flutter
as they return north like a child to a mother
feathered flashes of red, blue, and brown
sing and dance around
as I joyfully drive into town

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2009

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Centipede's Feet

Looking back to see
Reflections that are beyond me
Centipede’s feet lined up so neat

Some are oval and some are square
One then the other, or a pair
Will they move or do they dare?

Black, white, yellow, red, brown and blue
Each one’s color bold and true
No matter, they don’t wear a shoe

Motionless the feet do not move
The color red holding them like glue
An animal in a cage at a zoo

Finally on the cue of green
The centipede’s feet slowly begin to careen
Gleefully, gliding to their daily scene

September 2013
By: Richard Long

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Winter's Sight

I wake up one March morning to a world of wintry white
As winters tight grip and springs promise behold my site.
Green buds poking through white on flora that will be
purple, red and white to present a sweet aromatic smell 
like the snowflakes that spiraled in rhythm to nature’s chiming bell.

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Vessels Journey

Born a soul into a vessel of life
Innocent and pure a spirit riding its ship
The maiden voyage launches without major strife
Where will it guide ones wondrous trip?

The path of night or path of day?
Traveling along every twist and turn
Is it the path where all its dreams lay?
For what end destiny does the heart yearn?

Guiding forces often push one down unintended trail
Heavy burdens carried on vessel’s back
Guideposts and lurking shadows do not avail
Waiting weather and hidden beasts do attack

Sherpas help keep vessels moving along
Opening canopy signals the right way
Guiding vessel toward the summit where it does belong
Vistas become available with the light of day

All senses absorb the astounding view
Site, sound and touch are at their peak
Framed portraits both old and new
While embracing the ultimate destination you seek

By: Richard J. Long 
December 2011
What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2012

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Near Fear

The sky slowly grows dark
Like a seeking, creeping, shark.
Moving shadows disappear, but something
ominous and wicked is near.
It holds promises of fear my dear.
Leaves commit to a dance
as if well organized and not by chance.
Will circumstance meet your demise or 
will it be a complete and unexpected surprise?
From the ground comes a moaning, groaning sound.
drumming, pounding, on your head.
Like the heartbeat of the long ago dead.
A wise individual once said, 
it is the curtain of our mind that reflects our dread 
making it real and not pretend.
The next time your fears begin to rise
Look within the window of your head
And shove them out until they are dead.

Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2009