A wise man learns from his mistakes and watches who he’s kissing.
LOVE THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, YOUR MIND, YOUR STRENGH AND SOUL.
And don’t go into prostitutes! A hole is still a hole. Don’t get buried alive.
And when my house collapsed on me you pulled me from the rubble.
Your hands work your salvation and your voice is loud and clear.
Everyone who wants to live come hither lend an ear.
I have worthy things to say. You would do well to listen.
Buried Alive on the Isle of Man
Written on June 06, 2026 by Richard Groff
The love that I once had for you goes way beyond the measure.
And every moment spent with you is something I’ll always treasure.
You fed me in the morning; made me strong so I could fight.
Your favor shone around me like a Celtic holy light.
The sun does not compare with you in brilliance or in glory.
The way you love is world renowned; the subject of my story.
You were always there for me whenever I had trouble.
I was about 2 or 3 years old. Three generations living in one house.
Naked and Unashamed
Written on June 05, 2026 by Richard Groff
I was so young that it’s hard to remember.
But it must have been sometime in November.
Standing by the sink naked, from her head to her toes.
I asked what are you doing? And here’s how it goes.
Ricky, she said as she shivered and laughed.
This my grandson is a P.T.A. bath.
“Pussy, Tits, Armpits” no time for a tub.
Just a rag, soap and water and rub-a-dub-dub.
So, hang on to the things that can never be sold.
Your life is a mist; like a vapor at dawn.
No sooner I see you and that quick you’re gone.
Remember to love and to do what is right.
And the memory of you will shine like a light.
Dreamscapes in color the brightest of hues.
The Brightest of Hue Moore of You
Written on June 05, 2026 by Richard Groff
If you can see it, I know it won’t last.
Consider the things that have already past.
Like your mother or father or siblings or friends.
Once somebody dies you can’t wake them again.
Now consider the things you can’t see but can hold.
Like the love of a man that will never grow old.
Or the hope that you feel when you hear the birds sing.
That no one can steal because it means everything.
Many things you can see but so few you can hold.