my life
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O green is the grass where I sit- an oasis in the sand. Have I had enough time to store inside this now tepid vessel enough of you to stave off creeping dunes? Remaining memory lingers yet melody fades… I remember each day calling- asking your hand and asking your eyes to watch me –… Read more
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Embittered notions within and around; Bolt in all directions – Unmindful, not sound. Forgetting the place Where all things turned, Returning to Jesus Loving eyes yearned. I never seem, At least I ponder, To live on a line From which I shan’t wander. For sine and cosine Curves repeat their course. And I endlessly follow, Revisiting… Read more
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O fragrant Spring’s unfurling leaves Holding fast to father’s sleeves Mother’s safe and loving eyes Me a child instinctive cries. And of this Spring, fresh and new. Childish steps unsteady, untrue. I walk upon childish whim – Changing paths – green grass to dismally grim. It was a time of youth and innocence Not time… Read more
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In the day when I cried out, You answered me, And made me bold with strength in my soul. Psalm 138:3 (NKJV) Who do we fool? What fears we mask as we seek. Primitive reason lurking about our minds… We have a refusal to think outside the plane that is endless in all directions – infinite… Read more
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Who am I? A man who is destined To love others? Seeing their shallow face With life’s thieving toll, Still loving their deep rooted soul. Who am I? A painter of pastel Colors on paper but Seeing glances fleeting… Eyes looking elsewhere, Should my heart really care? Who am I? A writer of words Graphite… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 