Richard Theze

The Last of the Summer Wine

Through fallen leaves thick with the foreshadowing
Of times colder,
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Red flowers
Significantly
Not blue
Mark the
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I have joined the ranks
Of those who file
Some distance to work
By train.
...

The review
Critically claimed,
(Following his debut)
That the actor could not be blamed
...

I am reminded
Again,
Of a first chance
To dance
...

By twists and turns
Tiny fragments like
Coloured glass combine;
Create random
...

blown, like  seed
dispersed on the wind;

the rolling stone,
...

In glass, an image perceived,
From which emerges
A masterly, monochrome impression,
 
...

Raqs-e Sharqi

Just as the ritzy
Single malts and
...

We are Charlie, We are Paris

Through terror
They may seek to divide us
...

You knocked
Too quietly
Upon my door
Whispered
...

Capital City of Angels,
Venice of the East.
...

Little Boy Drowned
A Response to the Death of Aylan Kurdi

You did not deserve to die in the coldness of water,
...

Those days,
Once extant are,
In Autumn, like
Defoliating trees
...

A travers la terreur
Ils peuvent chercher à nous diviser
Et combattre notre liberté
Pour contredire la démocratie
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The bird,
Mute,
Perched behind
Prison bars,
...

face,
a picture,
fleetingly seen
someplace,
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What you see is
Not what you get
One does not exist
In isolation
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Those Saxon days,
Such history,
Long past,
Is captured there -
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As any artist might, I aspire to capture an old friend,
Not in broad, flaming brushstrokes, full-loaded with colour,
But plainly, unequivocally, in black and white,
Simple words on paper, strokes of an ineloquent pen.
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