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Best Richard Moriarty Poems

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Rivers of Time

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing  the trees / 
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time / 
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.

Travelers in time are all / like a wind 
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land / 
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms / 
and then dark hours / followed again by 
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /

Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or 
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows / 
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /

Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /

The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Heaven's Gate

There is a place far from here yet not so far, but really near a place whose door is open wide a place where everyone is welcomed inside. Heaven's Gate is its name it's a place where all who enter are treated the same. It is the door to a place of rest for all who enter are treated with the best a place where calm and peace prevail where beauty and love are not for sale all are given free and clear a home for all with nothing but cheer. It was bought with the life of the man inside given to us as a sign of his love and marked on the door is a descending dove. It is a place where there is no envy or hate, and all who come are welcome to enter Heaven's Gate.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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I Talked to God Today

I Talked to God Today

What a day I had, busy as can be
talked to God today
He just listened to me
I talked to Him
told Him all that bothered me
all the worries, cares and hurts
I took and laid them at his feet
Funny thing about this talk
I knew that He was around
close as can be
just waiting to hear from me
I didn't hear a voice from the clouds
nor see a bush burning nearby
just a calm and silent time
the birds stop singing
the wind grew quiet
all got still and calm
much like a time before a storm
eerie it was, talking to God
but I knew He was there
for in my mind I heard a
voice, be still......and know
that I am here.

....Richard G Moriarty (2012)

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2015

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True Love

A love that is not given freely,
is no love at all.

A love that is wanting,
is a love that is wasted.

A love that has a price upon it,
cannot be returned.

A love that is freely shared and given,
is a love that will last forever.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Old Shoes

I opened the closet and walked on in
my foot hit something that fallen from its bin.
An old pair of shoes - wrinkled and worn,
lay out on the floor reminding me of a long lost friend.

Quite a story old shoes can tell
where we've gone - a life that's been lived well.
Oh, I know that some folks
don't care about the past,
only the present - 'cause times are just too fast.

But old shoes go slow
with memories from so long ago
of times good and bad
smiles and tears
of things happy and sad.

Old shoes are like friends, they stay around
in good times and bad,
they are really quite sound.

At times we struggle in life to find
a place of happiness, peace and a companion to be kind.
Old shoes are with us every step of the way
through good times and bad
bright days and sad.

Old shoes are like good friends
you don't throw away
just tuck them back
and bring them out another day.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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The Hunter and the Hunted

Night has fallen
dark and deep
creatures stir that had been asleep.

A light from passing cars flash into the dark
yellow eyes peer from the night
a scurrying movement catches the eye
then all is lost under the darken sky.

One of our furry friends goes on a hunt
looking for a meal
that is hiding in the nearby field.

Watching closely is another pair of eyes
seeking its prey
under that dark and cloudy sky.

The feline friend crouches low,
moving stealthily 
eyes fixed
as an unsuspecting rodent scurries by
knowing that a meal is about to be served.

All the while in the dark of the night
another pair of eyes
gleaming yellow in the pass of the lights
watches as its meal is about to be had.

Silently without a sound
the pet approaches its prey
when out of the night the hunter
becomes the hunted
and dies in a most sudden way.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Stop - Look - and Listen

A fish and a turtle were out at sea the fish darted by and said 'look at me' I can swim fast and scoot, can even swim faster than you, too boot. The turtle plodded along and said to the fish...'this is where I belong' I may be slow and not very fast but I can get where I want to go, and won't finish last. The fish ran along, swift as could be and taunted the turtle to get out of his sea. The turtle said the sea belongs to us all it was meant to be free. The fish swam by and said watch, I can catch that fish...its smaller than me. But the turtle warned there are troubles sometimes in the sea. The fish only laughed and grabbed the small fish when suddenly a line went tight and a hook was set.... and he couldn't get free.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Rat A - Tat- Tat

Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat the drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, by ranks and files and squads they stood with weapons, packs and flags the flower of our nation's youth did march to the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat off to the wars they marched with waves goodbye, and speeches of pride they marched away while their loved ones cried. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat While one could question the wisdom of war no one could doubt the soldier's scars, war after war they were sent... and bravely wherever sent - they went. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat The drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, and off to the wars they marched to the sound of the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat In battles they won to keep us free but not without a price for victory. They returned from places with names so strange but some returned to a different beat, with a slow roll, slow march - mournful and sad they brought our loved ones home again. To a grateful nation they gave their all without a whimper or complaint they saw it all and returned from places far away battered and scarred - but free. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat Soon the sound of drums were heard and leaders did call again... with struts and speeches that sounded so grand off our youth were sent with a band Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat. Dedicated in loving memory to all who served.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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Fleeting Love

A love that is written in the sand will be erased by a rising tide.

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011

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The old man and the mule

A faint outline appeared in the early morn 
a full moon still shed its light, dark shadows 
spread across the land casting an eerie 
shadow over the far distant hills. 
An old buckboard clattered along a dusty 
road bumping roughly over pot holes 
washed out by an early winter rain. 

The old mule plodded along - ribs 
showing from a life of hard work prolonged, 
a rather tired animal trudging slowly along 
tugging at its heavy load. 

The old man sat humped over on the seat, 
nodding as though he was asleep. 
A low hanging branch served to awaken him as 
it slapped sharply against the side of his head 
causing him to sit up straight, grabbing his hat 
that was about to be shed. 

A road traveled more than once, 
from the old farm down to the general store, 
bumping along on rutted roads, filled with 
holes, not a friendly ride it was, but 
one that both the rider and mule 
had made many times. 

On either side of the road rows of tall trees standing straight 
with leaves long since gone, the trunks 
appearing as gaunt ribs rising up from the ground 
much as the old mule appeared, 
as it pulled its heavy load quietly by. 

The day was cold, a north wind blew, chilling 
both with icy fingers that cut to the bone; 
but the old man and the mule just plodded along, 
going silently down that dusty road bumping 
over the ruts and pot holes worn by time and use itself; 
two old friends working and waiting, serving out time 
as they repeated their daily chores. 

Time and work takes its toll, 
as man and beast move along 
worn and traveled roads 
doing never ending chores of old 
until the end of a road is finally reached. 

Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011