Congratulations, you have been nominated as a potential candidate for Texas State Artist –Poet Laureate

October 16, 2020Richard M. Knittle, Jr.Via e-mailDear Richard M. Knittle, Jr.,Congratulations, you have been nominated as a potential candidate for Texas State Artist –Poet Laureate. This designation is the highest designation that the Texas Legislature gives in the arts. Texas State Artists serve one-year terms and represent the state’s artistic legacy. State Artists receive statewide recognition, and the designation provides a unique marketing opportunity.As part of the selection process, evaluators will review your bio/resume and samples of your work. Below are the website links we received with your nomination:https://thebattlelost.blogspot.com you are not satisfied with the links that have already been submitted, we are asking you to submit up to twosubstitute links you would like the selection committee to review bySunday, October 25th. These can include one bio/resume link a…

Live Poetry By Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

I hope you all enjoy this short video, please do not be afraid of the clown for it is just as I always say "It is only a costume like the color of our skins I mean it does not matter what you look like on the outside it is what we have inside that really matters and that my friends is exactly what I mean because we as in you and me are all the same on the inside, we all have a heart that feels and pumps that blood through our veins, we have the same emotions hate and anger love and laughter we all feel sad and even joy and happiness which by the way is all of the ingredients that create those wells where the ink that we spill on to paper that creates all of those letters that form words that combine into sentences and paragraphs or sonnets and rhymes that ultimately become the magical healing properties of our Poetry...
and that is where peace begins because we will never find peace for the world if we don't first find peace from inside of us.
Sleep Dream Live Breath Think Fee…

How very sad

How very sad
How very sad it must be for you
to live in a world of fantasy laid
by your hands brick by brick body
by body and card after card one
that is built on nothing more then
the foundation of all your lies and
the many untruths that have passed
through your lips, a world in which
you are the ruler a queen of spades
living in house made of cards where
it is so cold and dark there is no
light since you have no hearts
working so damn hard to barely have
to work at all, a black widow spider
spinning her web made up of drama
and deceit catching men to abuse
in every way until it is time to eat.
Devouring them all from head to toe
slowly until there is nothing more
but the dried up remains of what
used to be a man left then savoring
their souls for last since you have
none of your own, you are the child
of a demon and even the Devil
himself who looks like an angel
but instead of heaven she lives
down in hell below for the only love
you will ever love is not for a child
for you can only ever l…


    Love is one of the emotions that make us humans, it is who and what we truly are and where we should be going in this life, even though love is only just a four-letter word it is a very complex one. It means so many things to so many people I think it has gotten lost over translation and time, love is not a word that you throw out there because we have all been conditioned to repeat it back as if we were parrots, For example, there are so many different types, and meanings from a whole lot of feelings which will keep you continuously reeling like the love between to star-cross lovers, between a mother and her son, between a brother and sister, don't forget the one between a dog and his master, even my love of early morning spring baseball game a hot dog and beer with all four of my sons on opening day for the LA Dodgers the one from a first kiss or last it is the greatest feeling you will ever feel when we fall in love yet so painful when we fall out love, always remember what…

That is the question

That is the question At the very moment, we are conceived a timer will begin, counting down day by day until the very end, how much time do we have? No one really knows, so use the time that you are given and help each other out, because life is hard down here on earth as we struggle every day finding food and water and shelter just to lay your head, with hate and violence taking place in every land from sea to shining sea, coming from ignorance which is caused by nothing more than fear that is fed from our own human stupidity,. To be or not to be is the question that I struggle with every single day as I watch in terror all of humankind trying so hard to kill itself while destroying humanity, we talk of peace around the world but never will it be because we must first and foremost find peace within ourselves a very Nobel thought indeed, but alas I know that it shall always remain just a dream that we will never see, human emotions conflict with peace it is something we cannot deny as we wer…

The older I become the more I find myself getting lost in the pages of my writing hiding from what is left of humanity among the emotions where my ink had carried them from my memories to a place they will never be forgotten, in the words that fill the lines of all my poetry. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey

 The older I become the more I find myself getting lost in the pages of my writing hiding from what is left of humanity among the emotions where my ink had carried them from my memories to a place they will never be forgotten, in the words that fill the lines of all my poetry.Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey

A passion never known

A passion never knownAll of the time that we had shared together are some of the best damn memories that I shall never soon forget let alone ever regret when our two lips came together sparks flew as we kissed causing smoke then flames of a raging fire that is still burning out of control today then late that night when you and I held each other tight out upon the hard wood floor the very real existence of who I thought I was, went walking out the barroom door, I felt so light it was as if our souls then took control making love together before our hearts had known causing chaos and confusion to our minds then down below all I wanted next was to get you home in bed where a storm of retribution tore your clothes off in submission by a spell cast from superstition causing all of the lightning to strike at the exact same position lighting up the bedroom like it was the fourth of July while we rocked and rolled the bedroom causing the thunder to explode in a boom that is when at that very moment when m…