I finished my basic Law Of Attraction certification a few months ago and posted this in my hosted blog:
http://brianrickert.com/46/ titled "On Grudges"
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~Brian
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Happy New Year... A few words from old...
OUT OF THE YEARS
Into the ears of youth
comes the truth
of Old.
Come, the words so softly spoke,
That bind the mouth with yoke:
All is lost and, nothing gained,
Yet, it all remains the same.
Symbols, symbols of the past
Show the thoughts that, surely, last.
Tongues in anguish wearily cry
What? Who? When? Where? How? And Why?
Out of the years of youth
comes the truth
of old.
OUT OF THE YEARS
Into the ears of youth
comes the truth
of Old.
Come, the words so softly spoke,
That bind the mouth with yoke:
All is lost and, nothing gained,
Yet, it all remains the same.
Symbols, symbols of the past
Show the thoughts that, surely, last.
Tongues in anguish wearily cry
What? Who? When? Where? How? And Why?
Out of the years of youth
comes the truth
of old.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Christmas Wish
Emily
Emily plays with lint fibers
in the air.
She uses spoons
for major excavation.
She makes her own food,
But never seems to eat well
without the consumption of ours!
Emily loves us and shows us with
butterfly kisses, warm hugs,
and sweet words that she finds
in the depths of her young heart.
She calls her disagreement hate.
She calls her anger hate.
Which is not unlike several
long past her age.
She calls her eyes rivers
and she sometimes cries just to see them flow.
That's what she says.
She says she is too young to be sad.
We believe what she tells us.
She tells us of the world and we listen.
We of older years are said to be better -
wiser.
Look at Emily.
If you could see Emily then you would know.
Emily is the color of rainbows.
She tells us where lilacs grow.
She walks us to the pond's edge
and shows us what ripples are.
She dances in warm circles,
all colored with pretty smiles.
She chooses our songs.
Lovely songs that move our hearts
and her feet
to the beat of her young little heart.
Emily loves us and we know this so well.
If you knew her; If you were here
you, too, would never go.
Now Emily owns a chateau
that overlooks the world.
She tells us of the weathered world
and just where the weather will go-
If it will snow;
If the rains are coming;
How much sun will stay today.
My heart lies in a chateau now
that overlooks the world...
With Emily.
I watch her dance every while
and feel her dancing,
her every step bouncing in my heart.
Emily is only three.
She talks to us
Of loving.
We know she always will
Until our hearts grow still
And we go to meet her
Where she always goes.
Where it shines sun or snows.
For, that is what she likes,
Sun or Snow.
~Brian Rickert
My Christmas Wish is that you see all the smiles on the faces and in the hearts of every child you see on Christmas, whether yours or the children of others. And that you remember the gratitude and thanks for every moment of joy that you receive in your heart from them. There is no conflict or strife in this world that a child's sweet smile cannot halt.
Merry Christmas to all.
Emily plays with lint fibers
in the air.
She uses spoons
for major excavation.
She makes her own food,
But never seems to eat well
without the consumption of ours!
Emily loves us and shows us with
butterfly kisses, warm hugs,
and sweet words that she finds
in the depths of her young heart.
She calls her disagreement hate.
She calls her anger hate.
Which is not unlike several
long past her age.
She calls her eyes rivers
and she sometimes cries just to see them flow.
That's what she says.
She says she is too young to be sad.
We believe what she tells us.
She tells us of the world and we listen.
We of older years are said to be better -
wiser.
Look at Emily.
If you could see Emily then you would know.
Emily is the color of rainbows.
She tells us where lilacs grow.
She walks us to the pond's edge
and shows us what ripples are.
She dances in warm circles,
all colored with pretty smiles.
She chooses our songs.
Lovely songs that move our hearts
and her feet
to the beat of her young little heart.
Emily loves us and we know this so well.
If you knew her; If you were here
you, too, would never go.
Now Emily owns a chateau
that overlooks the world.
She tells us of the weathered world
and just where the weather will go-
If it will snow;
If the rains are coming;
How much sun will stay today.
My heart lies in a chateau now
that overlooks the world...
With Emily.
I watch her dance every while
and feel her dancing,
her every step bouncing in my heart.
Emily is only three.
She talks to us
Of loving.
We know she always will
Until our hearts grow still
And we go to meet her
Where she always goes.
Where it shines sun or snows.
For, that is what she likes,
Sun or Snow.
~Brian Rickert
My Christmas Wish is that you see all the smiles on the faces and in the hearts of every child you see on Christmas, whether yours or the children of others. And that you remember the gratitude and thanks for every moment of joy that you receive in your heart from them. There is no conflict or strife in this world that a child's sweet smile cannot halt.
Merry Christmas to all.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Winter Play (A new poem by yours truly)
In the winter lands
the winter people
play among the trees
like bare breezes
through naked leaves,
whispering wisps
of smoke
among the eaves.
Gliding through gilded glens
among the leas.
Pointless passions
left bereft, unsung
winding through the weary
winds, undone.
Just slivers
of icy rivers
glimmering with glances
from the sun.
Their eyes slightly glazed
as if in a daze
glinting through a hoary frost of haze...
In the winter lands the winter people play
Halfhearted through each dismal stretch of day.
Denied the skies of blue, they're left in gray.
Their movements slow and wistful as they sway
To a haunting tune from so so far away.
A paean of a prayer that they can pray.
A breath of melody upon the breeze
To move the soul before it starts to freeze.
A slight reminder of the days to come
When the skin-soaked sky is no longer numb.
For, that's the tune they dance to when they sway
In winter lands where winter people play.
the winter people
play among the trees
like bare breezes
through naked leaves,
whispering wisps
of smoke
among the eaves.
Gliding through gilded glens
among the leas.
Pointless passions
left bereft, unsung
winding through the weary
winds, undone.
Just slivers
of icy rivers
glimmering with glances
from the sun.
Their eyes slightly glazed
as if in a daze
glinting through a hoary frost of haze...
In the winter lands the winter people play
Halfhearted through each dismal stretch of day.
Denied the skies of blue, they're left in gray.
Their movements slow and wistful as they sway
To a haunting tune from so so far away.
A paean of a prayer that they can pray.
A breath of melody upon the breeze
To move the soul before it starts to freeze.
A slight reminder of the days to come
When the skin-soaked sky is no longer numb.
For, that's the tune they dance to when they sway
In winter lands where winter people play.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Coffee - A Poem
Coffee - A Poem
If you like your coffee black
Well then, it's fine like that!
Me, I like cream and sugar in mine
So don't tell me how to drink it
You bloody imperialistic swine!
~ Brian (Good Morning!)
If you like your coffee black
Well then, it's fine like that!
Me, I like cream and sugar in mine
So don't tell me how to drink it
You bloody imperialistic swine!
~ Brian (Good Morning!)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Constant Dedication
The longer I live, the more often I keep dedicating this poem that I wrote back in my Sophomore year in High School to someone else. Warning: you may have to think a little to get the meaning ("perspective") right!
Short People
A short person is
A person who
You look down at
To look up to!
Short People
A short person is
A person who
You look down at
To look up to!
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