"Where Are You My Love"
My love, My Love
where are you my dear
far, far away
is my haunting fear
and I
crippled in many a way
have no means
to reach you
for I could
it would be without delay
for my heart yearns
to be close
to you
my inside aches, churns
to touch
your lovely face
for you reached inside
and touched
pains that long
I did hide
bringing healing
love, laughter, and joy
to my life
therefore I miss you
My sweet dear!
My love! My dear Love!
dc riggs © 9 April 05
"Were I A Word"
Were I a word
what would I choose to be?
fancy? important?
difficult to pronounce?
impossible
for most folks to spell?
If I were a word
what would I choose to be?
descriptive? funny?
bringing a tear?
or being of great cheer?
jolly or sad?
If I were a word
what would I choose to be?
positive? negative?
illuminating? reflective?
confusing?
If I were a word
what would I choose to be?
hateful? loving?
a word generous? kind?
harsh? tender?
If I were a word
what would I choose to be?
the answer might say
a great deal about the inner me
my dreams, failures
my view of God, the world
in saying what I would want to be?
if I were that is, a word.
dc riggs © 9 April 05
"Let Me Be the Word"
Let me be the word
too often
not by mortal men heard
of love
that I might touch your heart
though we are far apart.
Let me be the word
that brings
a grin, flying as if a bird
to you my love
let me dry any little tear
for you I hold so very dear.
Let me be the word
odd it seems
that banishes the absurd
as God above
allows me to challenge strife
in your precious life.
Let me be the word
of joy
first hand, that is preferred
sweet love
that this be a new start
for the pilgrimage of your heart.
dc riggs © 9 April 05
"Can They Catch Us"
Are they coming to take
me away?
can they catch me?
or is it us?
what can we say
will all three of us fit
on a bus?
'tis not this the why
of me
myself, and I?
for all of us are odd
a bit not OK
but when you stop
and think
that is in itself OK
for all become
part
of the greater humanity
and life is interesting
for we are all
a bit nuts
but if the white coats
can catch me
then they can all of us take.
dc riggs © 9 April 05
"The Why of It All
Why? Why? Why?
well
Why Not?
because......
we fear the question mark
or the end result?
and opportunity is lost
all for the lack
of vision
to see possibilities
to move
from the mundane
to the new
Oh, how many the timid
how few
the ones who grasp
that "How"
as the stereotype Indian
is quoted
is not the question
but "Why"
and the response
is "Why Not!"
as to the timid we tell
when wondering the "Why?"
dc riggs © 11 April 05
"Comes the Dawn"
Comes the dawn
breaking the blackness of night
with a soft
gentle, growing
but O' so powerful light!
Comes the dawn
tucking away last night's fear
of the unseen
things unknown
kissing away heart's tear.
Comes the dawn
proclaiming creation's glory
humankind share
through ages
this very same majestic story.
Comes the dawn
fresh paint on the day's canvass
beautiful, meaningful
peaceful
denying a world cynical and crass.
dc riggs © 14 April 05
"Little Boy, Little Boy"
Little boy, little boy
sitting by your mother's side
innocent, laughing
where did you go
why do you now hide?
the flower's petals make no sound
yet your life they surround.
Little boy, big boy
at least you know you tried
to succeed, achieve
yet life is hard
in its muck you've been mired
the flower's petals make no sound
as they fall, one by one, to the ground.
Young man, middle aged boy
where are you going?
is God holding your hand?
laughter, tears, hide the fears
others depend on you
your past reaping, future sowing
the flower's petals make no sound
dying they fall, making a rotting mound.
Old man? gray haired boy
you loved, you lost
no one's number one priority
too many failures
these have their own cost
the flower's petals make no sound
useless? I saw mine and frowned.
Little boy, little boy
gone soon, soon forgotten
yet you made a mark
in life, on hearts
may God bless them, forgive you
joy and sorrow, paths trodden
the flower's petals make no sound
dust to dust, one again with the ground.
dc riggs 28 April 2005
