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Her soul refused to stop dancing with him even though his heart forgot the tune.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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If I died today would anyone really care or am I alone in my own dark despair? Will tears fall when they bury me or will I be just another forgotten memory? 
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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As they sat looking up at all of the falling stars shooting across the night skies their souls talked about forever while two hearts fell in love.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Why is it if we can find the beauty in all of God's creations is there so much ugly in the world?
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 
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If your love was a like a falling star shooting across the midnight skies I would make a wish for you to be mine every night .
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Love is only hard to find today because nobody will take the time to find it.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Love takes time and hard work to cultivate and grow just like a garden, that is the reason it is so hard to find today because people do not want to work that hard or take time to stop and smell the flowers. 
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.                     A #Poets Journey.                        Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Instead of getting mad and saying something you might regret, walk away and spill some ink instead.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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The sexiest and most beautiful parts of a woman are her heart and soul. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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To find true love you must capture her heart then unlock the door to her soul.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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A woman’s true beauty comes from within as her eyes are the window to her soul, look deeply through them and all of her hidden desires and thoughts will be there waiting for you to hold.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Your journey to capture her soul is one of patience and persistence as it lives in the hidden recess of her heart buried deep down in her conscience and it holds the key to her most private thoughts and hidden desires. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Love is two souls thathave touched in wayst hat would make your heart blush.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Spanish it’s en cuerpo y alma and Latin is Cor animusque meus and in French tout feu tout flame no matter how you say Heart and Soul Poets speak it fluently. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

Colors

Colors I pledge a allegiance to the Flag of the  United States of America and to the republic for which it stands... I do not know about you but tears build up in my eyes whenever I recite the pledge of allegiance, It reminds me of when I was just a kid in this great country of ours in a time when we could play barefoot in the park alone until the street lights came on without fear of being harmed or taken.  It reminds me of our bicentennial in Nineteen hundred and seventy-six when our country was strong and proud of our two hundered year old birthday. It reminds me of back when I served our country earning three honorable discharges that still hang on my wall today. It reminds me of all the men and woman who have died defending our flag all over the world, from seventeen seventy-six until today twenty eighteen they were black, yellow, white, and brown but a  gunshot heard was their last sound. From the African American Buffalo Soldiers, to the Navajo Indian Code Talkers, and the 442n…

Veterans day 2018

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Thirty years ago I joined the United States Navy, best thing in my life I ever did. My son Dakotah Knittle signed for his second tour on the USS Ronald Reagan you bet I am very proud father.
Happy Veterans Day 2018 and thank you for your service.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Richard M Knittle Jr.
A #Poets Journey
Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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Even though your heart may indeed lie to you a soul never will.Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets JourneyTexas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020

The story of me and you.

The story of me and you. 
Maybe, one day, on some hot midsummer's night, on a blanket under a full moon, I will create a brand new masterpiece a new poem and I will write it all over you. I will start in the center of your beautiful body, and I will profess my love with nothing more on, than my poetic verse between us. I will be writing roses are red and violets are blue, between your beautiful bare breast, watching them as they rise and fall, with your each and every single breath. Next I will write that I love you, as I slowly come up from behind you, so with every stroke of my pen, you will remember that day and into night from the beginning until the very end.
I will then start with a brand new verse and it will read, that you will always have my heart, on the back of your neck. I will move in a little closer so that you will never forget those words that I will have written onto you. Then as I hear you startto moan in a poetic adulation of ecstatic sighs, I will feel as you sta…

I know you said.

I know you said
I know you said I love you and I truly hope you do for  I have wished upon a million shooting stars that have fallen from the midnight skies that you would loveme as I do you, for you mydear are what dreams are madeof when I close my eyes at night to sleep, because making a wish is just a gamble it may or may not come true, but if you are lucky and work really hard never giving up on what youbelieve, all of your dreams you have ever dreamed of sometimes do come trueand sweetheart I dream about you every single night and inthe daytime too and I promiseto love you until eternity passes as I have from that first day Iam never going to give up on you. So when you are ready to be loved and treated like a princess from someone who knows all you have done yet still loves you anyway, then call, me for I promise you will not be sorry because you would be my everything, everyday, and every night through forever and even the next day.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

The Cycle.

The cycle 
Addiction really is so much more than a debilitating disease of the heart, mind, and soul for it is the long and bitter end of what andwho you are and used to be not onlyhurting yourself but destroying and ripping apart while infecting whole families that is creating a whole newgeneration of abusive addictive children that no longer are learningthe true value of what family is losing faith or never knowing whoGod is growing up with no mother or father or sometimes both as theyare thrown into a single family unit where they are introduced to a multitude of the parents partnerscreating animosity of the child parent trust authority, whereas single parent home need to work twice as long causing children to in reality raise themselves alone so then without direction will then play out in the streets where they learn from others about drugs and alcohol then they want more with no money and turn to stealing, robbing killing and selling or trading their bodies for what they want and…

Our own lives.

Our own lives
Sometimes when I am sitting outside in the middle of the night just thinkingabout my life while looking up at allof the stars and the moon through thecloudy skies above, I can see myreflection staring back at me lookinglost and so very tired and the wrinklesand Grey beard makes him look awhole lot older then he really is, thenI sit back and start to wonder to myself is this just a glimpse of my future orwho I am today, so I look into a mirror I am shocked about what I see, it isme but I look so much younger but happier and more sure of himself than  I do. Looking like he was a king, so Istare for what seems like forever remembering back when he was meback before a time when all of mymemories of when it felt like I could hold the world in my bare hands, aleader among all leaders, not afraid ofanything while taking chances, whilenever giving up on anything, a smile allthe time to everyone I would meet, so strong and sure that I would conquerall and then as looked back into …

Words are never wasted.

Please remember that words can cut deep like a dagger cutting out your heart they can hurt, wound, and even kill, yet they can be a dozen roses or stop armies, they can save lives like they have for me, so choose your words wisely and use them only in peace and love. 
Words are never wasted
I just wanted you to know that you really hurt my feelings just the other daywhen you said for menot to waste my words onyou, just as a tear beginto form in the corner ofmy eye, while the paincoming from my chesttold me that my poor old heart was hurtingand broke again. but thistime it is not over youbut instead what you hadsaid, you see I very much do believe that words are never wasted on anythingor anybody no matter whoor what they have beenwritten for and in fact are very special and dear asthey mean so very muchto me and who I am, for every single drop of Ink that I spill across all the pages on the paper of my life's story, carry embedded inthe lines the very essence of who I am,it is fille…
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Poets often havec onversations with their heart and soul in a language that their brain just does not quite understand.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.                     A #Poets Journey

Rethuglicans and Demoncrats

Rethuglicans and Demoncrats
What happened to our proud eagle that used to fly so proud and high? Because everywhere that I look across this great land we now have so many americans struggling just trying to make it by and I am just trying to understand what the hell is going on and to justify it all inside of my own mind. what is going on with our goverment? whatis really wrong? Are they not the same ones who are supposed to be watching out over us? Then why instead are they fighting with each and not trying to get along? We as Americans deserve better than what we get, all because they are to damn busy trying to have their own president elect, Rethuglicans and Demoncrats is all that we get to choose, I know that I am disgusted with politics in this country what about you? 
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

Hurricane

Hurricane 
Sometimes when we touch at night and we are looking deeply into each others eyes I can feel the heat begin torise from somewhere deep down inside of me and I can hear my soul begin to speak as he whispers to your soul oh baby so you know you make my life complete each and every time we make love, your beauty sometimes will blind me while your beating heart is so very caringand kind when you hold me in your arms I never want to let you go, then our lips come together with the sound of loud roaring thunder tears of joy start to fall like awinter storm of rain then the wind begins to blow from all of our body friction causing brightwhite flashes everywhere that looks a lot like  lightning, then you scream Oh my God weare in hurricane causing walls to crack and fall as the roof is ripped away the whole house is now shaking with sounds of glass breaking  every time you and I come together we cause chaos to be set free, our passion is like no other's and forever it shall alway…

Will it ever find me?

Will it ever find me? 
How are we to ever tell if your heart is actually lying to you asking questions just wanting so to know iflove is really real, whilewe are only waiting to see or feel the truthIgnoring everything yourmind has to say even whenIt knows that you arebeing used and playedand has pictures and letters just for proof because your body isso lonely and it wants so bad just to be heldI mean does anybody now know nowadays howlove is supposed to feelcan we not get samefeeling from just taking a little pill? Has love died away, or gone away?should we all give up?or wait for it forever until,love finally does show itsbeautiful face maybe dressedin leather or even white laceor even dressed like it is going to a great ball orcold and lonely wearingnothing at all, could it be skinny, short, fat, or tall?long hair, short hair, or baldin all? How are we to even know if love will come or even show? Will it be earlyor late or not come at all?I guess all we can do for nowis to just wai…

What would happen?

What would happen? 
What would happen if there were nomore shooting stars? Could we still wish for our true loves to find usno matter where it is that we are? What If all of the coins had disappeared to throw down all the wishing wells? Would we not find our soulmates and listen to all the wedding bells? What if all of the candles burned and there were none to blow out? Will we still get our wishes to be together someday soon without a doubt? Do you think that there could still be a happily ever after without the fairy tale? Could happy endings really still be true if you never had loved me or if I never have loved you?
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

Children Quote

Like a river flows a love for a child should always grow never stopping even after the end.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

What would the world be like?

What would the world be like? What would the world be
like if we could have peace
In it every single day?
Would we all be rejoicing
in the fact that a war had
not killed an single innocent
soul on that very day?
Would our children only
know the colors of all the
beautiful rainbows that
they see and not the
color of another mans
skin whatever it may
be? Will they be free to
choose where they may
live and with whom ever
that they like no matter
if they are he or she? Will
hunger and homelessness
now be just be part of
our past? Will race be just
like it sounds as we ran
as fast as we can and hope
that win and do not come
in last? Will men and
woman now finally
be treated all the same?
will it matter not who we
fall in love with whether
it be a woman or a man?
Will our hearts be full love
for each other with the
understanding of where
we all have come will our
minds have compassion
everyone no matter where
they may be from? Do you
believe that it can last
fo…

Goodwill towards all men

Goodwill Towards All Men
As I look around me at the world today I just shake my head in great disgust with nothing else to say. what has happend to us? and why are we here? What are we doing to fix it? why do we all need to fear? what does it matter the color of a man's skin? Why does it matter what a persons religion is? Where is all the love that we are supposed to show? Why do we have children living on the streets with nothing to eat or drink and nowhere to go? Why do we have veterans coming  home from unwanted wars who are battered, beaten, and bruised some coming back with no homes, diagnosed with PTSD, and no jobs, like our government  just threw them all out with the garbage when they were done being used? Why is it that we as people cannot just all get along? Does it not say in the bible to love thy neighbor and to praise God and sing his song? I hope that soon for our children that we can all get together and get this all figured out until then I will continue to write, s…

Forbidden Secrets

Everyone has little secrets or hidden truths that live in our heads, They are left over remnants reminding us of where we came from the dark ages  and the begining of man, I wonder if, or if I just do this, should I, has been a question men have asked through time, for those who don't quite understand here are a few examples, remember it is only a simulation of reality so here we go....Forbidden Love Forbidden love is the kind of love that we
all dream of at least one time or another in
your life it is a fantasy you keep hidden
away in the deepest darkest part of your
mind like that of a girlfriends mother you
just caught naked coming out of the shower
one day, then you tried to act like you did
not see anything but that rise in
your pants was a dead give away that she
at then smiled ever so sexy like she was
getting a present and it was Christmas day
then dropped her towel accidently and seduced you onto
the bed all because little junior made you a
liar in a big way b…

Love and Death Quote

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Sweetheart do not worry for me for we will still be making love every night in our dreams when you close your eyes to sleep and I will wipe all your tears away with my beautiful angels wings so please baby do not ever cry or even say goodbye to me as I will always be somewhere nearby to you just look in your heart where I will be the missing beat whenever you think about me.Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

All of my published songs

Here in the order released are my songs that have been recorded and published so far. all songs have been written by myself except for Close my eyes which was cowritten by my good friend and fellow Poet Craig Burt all the vocals and music by another wonderful friend and very talented song writer and musician Mr. Douglas Haines.1. A little southern comfort
https://youtu.be/9coOxtctSHI2. You gave me
https://youtu.be/Ad5yRVg1BlM3. Arguing over nothing
https://youtu.be/KWaus1NCLB04. Your love is now part of me
https://youtu.be/V1kOJkaUGRs5. Close my eyes
https://youtu.be/EKD5DLmq4Rg6. Savior
https://youtu.be/lzHN6l3Qsyw7. A bar named forever
https://youtu.be/_QxNtxn9EXo

Richard M Knittle Jr. Amazon Authors Pagehttps://www.amazon.com/Richard-M-Knittle-Jr./e/B00K3NPJ0U/

A Poets Creed

We shall not ever say goodbye for our souls shall never leave and you and I shall remember always until the ends of time for the pages that we write may change or even disappear but the ink that we all spill, we all share, so every drop that falls no matter where we are or when will all flow together in the end.
Live love life in poetryPoet Richard M Knittle Jr.A #Poets Journey

My everything to me

My everything to me
The day that you and I had met I could feel my soul awaken and start to dance once yet again as my broken heart begin healing and then started beating to the rhythmic rhyme and definition of what a true love is supposed to be. You have awakend long hidden feelings and dark deep desires from down within causing many thoughts of heat of passion that may even be constured as a sin. Before you had come into my life I felt as if I was a just lonely seed that had fallen from the tallest tree, deep in a forest under the dark of shade, then I met you and now I feel as though that I am now bursting through the ground into the brightness and the warmness of the sun gasping for air as the rain is falling down. You are the sunshine in my days and the moonlight in my nights, all of the wishes in my falling  stars, all the time in my once upona and the coins in my wishing wells, you are the light in my darkness you are my forever in happily ever after,you are and will always be u…

New Love Quote

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Goodbye Quote

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Broken Heart Quote

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Love Quote

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Love Quote

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Love

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Book of Pictures

I look back now at all my past relationships either one night stands, a few hours or five minutes lol or ten years and I made more mistakes than any of them, Love is very hard to hold on to and it erases everything you had when it leaves us leaving big holes in our hearts, I wish I could say I am sorry, but I have no regrets. You see regrets for me are for the decisions that I did not make not the ones I have. SO thank you all for being in my life because of you I am me today.
Book of pictures
Looking back at a book of pictures of all of my relationships whom I have had in the past, my memories start to
play a movie with a cast of yesterdays
Playing over and over the parts of all
the mistakes I have made, causing this
to run on forever for there is quite more than a
few, does it matter what I did in the past back
then no not really for
I now believe after all these many long
and lonely nights blame really matters not
for in truth when love begins to fail I have always
panicked and I played a foo…

I have risen

I have risen
I have risen up from out of my prison
built out of misery, anger, pain, and 
sorrow where I have been locked
away and forgotten about in the
cold and bitter darkness that
surrounds me so very lonely and
afraid from the days back before 
yesterday through all of my many
tomorrows, but not today, no as I
have finally gotten away to be free
for God in all of His Glory has
given me the key which I have been
missing to unlock all of the lies that
have chained me, made by my own
guilt in the truths that I now hide
while blaming all the others for
what was living and breathing in
my own mixed up and twisted mind
where an evil lives and hides among
all the good that have inside as it
started out slowly even diabolically
methodically killing off all of who it
is I ever was by taking away
everything then anyone I have ever
loved including my own children
whom I love very much until all that
was left behind was the empty
shell of me until today when God our
kind and wonderful King, gave me
hope which I have not…