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Best Poems From
RICHARD BETTS
(December 8,1964)
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Correct?
If the moon and the sun waged a war,
Who would win? The moon, I'm sure.
The sun would fight face to face,
Making sure everything was proper and in its place.
The sun would often stop and double check,
Just to make certain he was politically correct.
While the sun was being fair and safe,
The moon was off in a darkened place.
In the night, the moon slipped around
And hid behind the sun somehow.
The evening ended and the sun awoke.
He rose quickly as the morning broke.
The sun searched but could not find the moon,
And the sun was happy the war had ended so soon.
When the day turned dark and dark turned black,
The moon stabbed the sun in his well-meaning back.
Richard Betts
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Demons
What do you see when
The demons come calling?
What do your dream
When night has fallen?
What do you see when
You close your eyes?
Do you scream when your
Demons come inside?
Are you haunted by
Your hidden fears?
Are you paralyzed by
Your passing years?
Have you spent your
Life running, too?
And, in turn, has
Life run from you?
Musical chairs,
Hide and seek,
Do you run and jump,
Or are you afraid to peek?
Richard Betts
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Discovered
I know you are holding back,
I just can't understand why.
Are you afraid to search yourself,
Fearful of what you might find?
Do you not wish to be free,
To release yourself from your inhibitions?
Wouldn't you like to know for sure,
Rather than decide from suppositions?
Perhaps if you break loose,
You will discover liberation,
And instead of guilt and shame,
Maybe you will feel exoneration?
Aren't you tired of being shackled
By thoughts that pinch and bind?
Would you like to experience freedon
And not feel so confined?
Do you think in your exploration
You will end up lost and all alone?
Do you fear you might lose yourself
And never find your way home?
Face down your fears,
For there are wondrous things to uncover.
There are so many details about you
That have yet to be discovered.
Richard Betts
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Earthbound
As a child, I always felt so close to heaven,
And my soul always felt so light and clean.
But as a man, the sky retreated from me,
And the world turned dirty and mean.
As a boy, I would playfully wrestle
The cottony clouds in the skies above.
But now when I grapple with the clouds,
I try to trample them into the mud.
As a boy, I was always faithful,
And my faith kept me pure and free.
Now, I am unsure. For truth
And falsehood look the same to me.
I have grown to become a man,
But I possess more doubt than faith.
I feel as if I'm covered in filth,
So, driven Earthbound, I wait.
Richard Betts
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