hopeless
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Do I really float upon whimsical seas? Rudderless, hopeless, in random breeze. Or does hope arrive on descended dove. To lead, to nurture, with perfect love. (C) 2021 Rick Stassi Read more
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Poised in moonlight, confident of the coming dawn. The sun rolls ever westward followed by sorrowful souls crying in the despair of the postmodern world peering over the horizon with a hope of renewal. Ultimate untethered freedom is not freedom at all but rather rules abounding with near impossible obedience. Lament those who cannot see Read more
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Long gone are those timesof somber sunsetsand restful nights.How I wish the feelingof breathingthe predawn airwould never end.Gardenia scent so richin late night dew-from outsideinto my arableformless soul,awaitingthe hands ofGodto sow and nurturea seed of lovein my tenderbut tired heart.(c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
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clear and greener are the paths that join with azure ceiling splash with a two-toned horizon of dissected hues, one line – separating spirit and body. setting sun encourages moon- warming source leaves far too soon. the lesser looks askance – spying in a night-glance where sad hearts cry. I wonder as a melody fills Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 