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    My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning......-Tyr


    PALLIATIVE

    Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
    Dawn and its promise, given in fullest measures
    An ancient oak spreading out wide to give cool shade
    Wonderment, diversity of the Everglades.

    Glory of a red sunset and a cool Spring night,
    A gift of newborn kittens in morn's first light.

    Hope, sweet summer days -life and so very much more
    Those answered prayers that the faithful implore
    Watching radiant moon sing on a summer rest
    Romance and heart joining passing every test.

    Glory of a time when hard day's work is well done.
    Watching beloved children having such great fun.

    Vacation, old ranch- together those horseback rides
    Midnight pier, rolling waves of the Pacific tides
    Watching old, yellow orb sink in the great beyond
    Gifting morn's first kiss as ones beloved responds.

    Glory of holding so tight in that sweet embrace.
    Jewel each new day seeing her sweet smiling face.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-07-2021
    Romanticism

    (1.) Palliative

    pal·li·a·tive
    /ˈpalēˌādiv,ˈpalēədiv/

    (of a medicine or medical care) relieving pain without dealing with the cause of the condition.
    "orthodox medicines tend to be palliative rather than curative"
    Similar:
    soothing
    alleviating
    sedative
    calmative
    calming
    alleviative
    alleviatory
    lenitive
    demulcent
    Assuasive

    (2.)
    Poetry, writing
    Setting free -thoughts ideas, deep feelings- giving -helping others, etc…
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    From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow,
    Part One


    When he rose that morn his old dog let out a bark
    shaving he saw night's foray had left a slash-mark,
    with smiling grin he recalled the glorious fight
    how he felled his attacker with a mighty right.

    Yes he thought, was fantastic to do such again
    remembering days of youth, a man among men
    and with that he began breakfast for his grandson
    just as he had now for almost two decades done.

    Why not he mused, let the lad sleep a little late
    for this golden new dawn he had a date with fate,
    his grandson would leave this cabin travelling forth
    into deep freezing lands of Alaska's far north.

    While he continued on his lonely existence
    fighting dark world, his own personal resistance
    ignoring broken heart, massive buckets of pain
    farming his wars, his bread made without any grain.

    Contemplating glory days of a wayward youth
    reminded then, Fate and Death -harbingers of truth
    both lie with a certain deep, vicious fortitude
    night and sleep, dreams gifts feeding darker attitudes.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2021
    Narrative

    Note-
    Part one of a planned 4 part narrative
    but hey, with the uncertainty of life who knows,
    could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
    another storm blows out the near fading lights…..


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    New Life, Inspiration From A Gifted Revelation

    Methought I heard a fallen angel call
    Forth from a forest of beautiful falls
    With lakes and rivers and sweet mountain view
    Through the thick undergrowth I waded through
    Under blue sky and bright sun beaming down
    I heard, lost my wings and my golden crown
    Crying out, help I can no longer fly
    Please kind sir, save me now before I die.

    Therein a booming loud echo came back
    One that quickly stopped me in my tracks
    Do you hear my angel in dire distress
    Just ahead, in that catastrophic mess
    In your evil world, on your heartless earth
    Dare you show your true mettle, your true worth
    Or will you do as others have oft done
    Race away to look for your worthless gun?

    I replied not I, a gun I need not
    What good would be a gun, a useless shot
    Soon I found an angel bound in chains
    Crying and moaning from deep piercing pains
    That come from a heart slashed very deep
    From loss of crown and wings it could not keep
    Next to the sad angel was a large rock
    There were words reading, " your chains have no lock".

    Then I saw a bloody sword on the ground
    As the angel made earth shattering sounds
    Truly baffled, I looked for more clues
    Asked I, angel did this mess you choose
    I got only icy stare and silence
    As my heart went out seeing this violence
    How angel was cut up and put in chains
    Asked I, angel can this you explain?

    Angel then spoke, pray tell, where do I start
    Do you not know, I am your blinded heart
    Manifestation of your soul within
    A shadow of darkness found in most men
    You have walked through life too deeply blind
    With your selfish love on your dark-set mind
    I am chained as is your straying heart
    I exist here now lost, all torn apart.

    Thus your task is to your own life renew
    To free me a complete change you must do
    Have you that within you, are you that brave
    Will you reform and this angel then save
    At this great shock, I went down to my knees
    Looking up far beyond cover of trees
    I prayed and did so with fearsome might
    That this heart and soul could regain true sight.

    Those words uttered, were as sprouting seeds
    Then came wisdom and light to fill our needs
    As the light flashed, wings the angel grew
    Flying back came the gold crown justly due
    Chains melted off and we were both set free
    As heart, soul, and mind could suddenly see
    Angel said, now to heaven I return
    Because you choose to your former life spurn.

    Through the window dawn's soft light drifted in
    Eyes opened, was it just a dream then
    As I rose, a voice from the outside said
    Do not dare, let those lies into your head
    I was there and chained but am now free
    You were there blinded but now you can see
    Today, walk to that place - read that large rock
    Dear friend, that is if you can stand the shock.

    Robert J. Lindley, June 7th 1990
    Narrative- edited august 22nd 2004,
    Feb 3rd 2007 and 11-15-2021

    Note:
    Sometimes , one has to wait to find the right ending
    to certain poem fragments.
    Especially so with heartfelt narrative poetry…..



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

    **********
    Note:
    Recently some things caused me to remember and then search for and find this very old poem fragment to edited again and finally complete.
    I hope you the reader may enjoy it, because some of the journey that brought this now finished piece to life has been real. God bless..
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 11-15-2021 at 11:37 AM.
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    Of Nature, Desert, Sand And Western Skies

    Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
    Where desolation runs ever so wild
    Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
    Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.

    At dawn, an avalanche of soft golden rays
    Promise of a bright new day. Hope begins
    With magnificent essence of last night's dream
    A strike! Down topples wobbling bowling pins

    Oh, flicking tongue slithering across the sands
    Promise of heat and sweat, salt oozing skin
    Yet beauty lives within these god-forsaken lands
    No place for the week, or feeble old men.

    At mid-day, even the cactus cries out and droops
    As air stands still, baking all to its glee
    Marching ants scurry underneath in racing troops
    Life seeks shade in ovens of sandy seas.

    Oh, beyond the expanse- heavenly shores of green
    Where the low hills sing a soft melody
    Cowboys vanished, just lonely in this hot scene
    Hot rays, heat and thirst makes the threnody.

    Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows
    Where desolation runs ever so wild
    Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow
    Bless the sweetest innocence of a child.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2021
    Imagism

    Note:
    Rewrite of an old poem from the early 1980's..



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    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint

    You were my first cup of wine with a kick
    As we sat there watching a horror flick
    O' but were you not a beautiful sight
    And I, wild young I, so lucky that night
    Cherished moments locked in like flint
    What a world I found, I had not a hint!

    Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
    Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

    I loved you then and yet do today
    I remember all, tho' now old and gray
    Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs
    Curves that could make any guy up and beg
    Cherished moments locked in like flint
    What a world I found, I had not a hint!

    Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
    Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

    Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams
    You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam
    And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss
    For all of the world's gold, I would not miss
    Cherished moments locked in like flint
    What a world I found, I had not a hint!

    Hidden away such a sweet precious truth.
    Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021
    Romanticism

    Note:
    Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago
    that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless
    I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was
    wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth
    its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject
    and pitiful blindness…..



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

    **************************************

    New Note: 11-18-2021

    This poem was composed long ago- I remembered it,
    searched for it to update it and the editing added
    came from greater hindsight that the passing decades
    have given me. I think it a far better piece with the revisions
    that have been added with the benefit of hindsight....
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 11-18-2021 at 01:18 PM.
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    From Isolation Into Contemplation Of A Better Tomorrow
    Part Two


    Spring had come amongst the eager popular trees
    he walked the old trail with his arthritic knees,
    thinking about ongoing life, wide open plains
    angry sky above, promising a flood of rain.

    Hearing river, melodic was its soothing roar
    if only she was with him, life would be no bore
    youth and its glories jumped into weary mind
    what today, what little newborn joy could he find?

    Then there it was, a boat, his boat long ago lost
    there in red letters, "LIVE BEFORE THE KILLING FROST"
    found again, after seven long years had flown by
    little joy had come- he remembered her blue eyes.

    Fleeting tho' it was, for lonely then cried out
    fool- remember she is gone roared that loud shout
    ahh yes, to eternal grieving self he mused
    life relents not, for a spell he was confused.

    Reality knocked, saying grandson is gone
    how could that you forget, you are always alone
    that flooded river, in your lost boat take a ride
    stop weeping, childish sorrow I cannot abide.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2021
    Narrative

    Note-
    Part two of a planned 4 part narrative
    but hey with the uncertainty of life who knows,
    could be cut short or on a mere whim extended until
    another storm blows out the near fading lights…..



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    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Seven Revelations Born From Early Morn's Poetic Thoughts


    Life Moving Ever Onward

    one broken gold band
    empty house, new motorcycle
    fast flowing river

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2021
    haiku


    Real, Imagined And Appreciated

    dreams of Nature's gifts
    golden castle, mountain top
    Fall, harvested fields

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-22- 2021
    haiku


    Once When Life Was Simpler

    bright shiny penny
    pair of shoes, about three bucks
    faded memories

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-17-2021
    haiku


    Youth, A Lonely Day And A Wish Once Made

    old fence, red robin
    summer afternoon sunset
    dreaming, future life

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2021
    haiku


    A Sweet Morning Delight

    hot coffee and dawn
    out the window, mowed lawn
    bacon smell, yum yum

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2021
    haiku


    A Small Town View, Time Flows Ever Onward

    old cracked sidewalk
    summer morning, soft cool wind
    weekend looking back

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-05-2021
    haiku


    Sad And Lonesome Scene

    old plank, termite holes
    farm, old paths to empty pond
    dead forest, lost hope

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-01- 2021
    haiku
    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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    My first composing again to enter a contest after a long break from doing that.--Tyr



    (“Heaven doesn’t ignore cries of a broken heart.”- Toba Beta quote)

    Writing, Healing After True Love Lost

    Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
    Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

    Across universe, so does this dark storm parade
    slashing, challenging mind to its powers defeat
    does no good to devise constant clever charade
    for real relief never rewards those souls that cheat
    yet a measure of joy can come from ink and pen
    as heart sincerely speaks, ink to paper sinks in.

    Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
    Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

    Such realization from writing a blessing sent
    by way of purging out dark to another realm
    matters not how ones hurt soul may be torn or rent
    a poet steers life's ship as master at its helm
    by embracing writing as a new lover's kiss
    write, weave joy's blanket to forget love gone amiss.

    Can the heart love again after a true love lost?
    Can poetry heal such a tragic, crushing pain?

    Let spirit this path pursue to a soothing place
    by questioning self and how world its losses gives
    whenever love has been lost, one must such pain face
    writing can be that balm to teach that love forgives
    grab paper and pen ink heart and soul to release
    if truly sought, the results brings a lasting peace.

    Yes, heart can love again after a true love lost!
    Yes, poetry can heal such tragic, crushing pain!

    Composed, November 22, 2021
    Inspired by "W" New Poetry Contest
    Theme: Writing
    Sponsor: Constance La France



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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    From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth
    Blog, On Poetic Contrast, Between Dark And Light
    (My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.)
    (from my new blog)


    (1.)

    The Horrid Night, The Terrible Nightmare



    In a dance of serpents the long fangs drip

    poison falling from needle sharp fang tips

    chained here in this dark cavern of doom

    with just one bite this will become my tomb

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    Seems a dream, ghastly nightmare to endure

    I think, tis true my heart is not so pure

    but that proves what a weak mortal I be

    one like all other, too blinded to see

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I cringe, three snakes slither over to me

    in their cold serpent eyes hunger I see

    agonizing with my shivers I wait

    powerless, now cast into hands of dark Fate

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    As minutes pass like weeks or painful days

    aching brain conjures up some fleeing ways

    If I sincerely pray maybe I live

    I do, I think what treasures may I give

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    Then from the dark a voice begins to speak

    you are man, and man is evil and weak

    I the master of fear reign in this dark

    here you are like a bare tree with no bark

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I fought the strong urge to give a reply

    I wanted to ask the hidden voice, why

    on earth was I in this place brought and bound

    in this frightening dark, deep underground

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    How I do not know, the voice heard my mind

    saying, I brought you because you are blind

    in this cavern, a lesson you must learn

    recalling life's warnings you once did spurn

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    It was then I cried, God forgive me

    I was truly a lost fool, now I see

    Please rescue me from this dark abode

    I know now it was my soul I then sold

    I now know how I ended up down here,

    where my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I give thanks, that this lost soul you now save!

    With your mercy, I leave this self-made grave!



    Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021

    Rhyme (Dark)


    *************************

    (2.)

    From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth



    Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

    but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

    resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

    far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    As world represents its raging black-seas

    man exist, victim uttering sad pleas

    battles fought, sacrificing flowing red

    Alas! But vanity that gifts more dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Spring arrives, O' glory- of rising seeds

    earthen harvests that many billions feeds

    fruits of man's labors, Nature's blessed soil

    does soul and body well, labor's hard toil.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Mankind walks onward in its blinded way

    amidst darkness, victims to set to pay

    forgetting divine gifts, walking dead roads

    increasing chained hands, life's heavy loads.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Why mankind seeks sadden hearts, weary hands

    one must embrace light's truth to understand

    for that is the source of those waiting seeds

    healing balm that stops black-rivers that bleed.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

    but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

    resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

    far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021
    Rhyme


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

    (3.)
    Just found while rummaging thhrough my poems..
    I have many poems scattered everywhere,
    this just found. Goes with the trheme-so aded it here. -Tyr

    Pray A Well Lit Path Be Your Choice

    Pray a bright lit path be your choice
    Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
    Its rays cast away black of night
    Allowing Truth to shine in Light
    Basking in that eternal glow
    Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.

    Pray a blessing soon comes your way
    As dark night yields to break of day
    Wherein Dawn's glow your heart delights
    Hope its power reveals to sight
    Songs of better days echo loud
    We learn to stand up bold and proud.

    Pray your sorrows are washed away
    Life renewed destroys the grey
    Peace and new cheer are again found
    In scourging dark we are not bound
    Laughter across the land is heard
    And pray, we thank God, is the word.

    Pray a bright lit path be your choice
    Let Dawn sings in its brightest voice
    Its rays cast away black of night
    Allowing Truth to shine in Light
    Basking in that eternal glow
    Both blind heart and soul shall then grow.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-13-2020
    Rhyme, ( New Rays Of Hope, Amidst This Doom And Gloom )
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    Deep In Newly Disturbed Soil, Lies My True Love

    ( “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them” – George Eliot.)

    Deep in newly disturbed soil, lies my true love
    'neath a canopy of virgin soil and loose rock
    where no more glows splattering of earthen blue skies
    accursed world can deliver no greater shock.

    Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
    For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

    Beg I, this woesome agony may go away
    that life may again thrive and gift its wondrous gifts
    shall such a dream ever award this weeping heart
    and send light and divine blessings that so uplift.

    Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
    For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

    Now true, this life feels as if all is meaningless
    unstoppable torment meant to slay the all of me
    in this sad darkness, will salvation ever come
    shall this dying man ever again the Light see?

    Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
    For 'tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

    What wonder would such Light this aching soul award
    could it be, a sword that cuts through these iron chains
    or healing balm to gift me sweet power to sleep,
    thus bringing an end to these sorrowful and deep pains?

    Remember that prayer gifts hope and hope is key.
    For tis wise to from encompassing dark to flee.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    Original poem first born- May 17th 1974
    Edited, April 12-2006, 11-30-2021
    Elegy


    Note:
    (1.) woesome

    https://www.collinsdictionary.com/us...nglish/woesome

    in British English
    ('w??f?l) or woesome ('w??s?m)
    ADJECTIVE
    1. expressing or characterized by sorrow
    2. bringing or causing woe
    3. pitiful; miserable
    a woeful standard of work

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    (2.) Elegy

    Elegy
    Explore the glossary of poetic terms.

    The elegy is a form of poetry in which the poet or speaker expresses grief, sadness, or loss.

    History of the Elegy Form

    The elegy began as an ancient Greek metrical form and is traditionally written in response to the death of a person or group. Though similar in function, the elegy is distinct from the epitaph, ode, and eulogy: the epitaph is very brief; the ode solely exalts; and the eulogy is most often written in formal prose.

    The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace. These three stages can be seen in W. H. Auden’s classic "In Memory of W. B. Yeats," written for the Irish master, which includes these stanzas:

    With the farming of a verse
    Make a vineyard of the curse,
    Sing of human unsuccess
    In a rapture of distress;

    In the deserts of the heart
    Let the healing fountain start,
    In the prison of his days
    Teach the free man how to praise.

    Other well-known elegies include "Fugue of Death" by Paul Celan, written for victims of the Holocaust, and "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman, written for President Abraham Lincoln.

    Many modern elegies have been written not out of a sense of personal grief, but rather a broad feeling of loss and metaphysical sadness. A famous example is the mournful series of ten poems in Duino Elegies, by German poet Rainer Maria Rilke. The first poem begins:

    If I cried out
    who would hear me up there
    among the angelic orders?
    And suppose one suddenly
    took me to his heart
    I would shrivel

    Other works that can be considered elegiac in the broader sense are James Merrill’s monumental The Changing Light at Sandover, Robert Lowell’s "For the Union Dead," Seamus Heaney’s The Haw Lantern, and the work of Czeslaw Milosz, which often laments the modern cruelties he witnessed in Europe.


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    Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation

    Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream,
    She her beautiful hair silky, so very long
    There rests magnificent treasure few ever find
    A good poet would use it to create a song
    Not I said lonely starved mouse in the corner
    My heart desires warmth and lots of red-wine and cheese
    Friend, quiet I let you live so I am not alone
    Good sir, be quick and pour us more wine if you please!

    What? You plead being tired, so angry at me
    Alas! Dare you refuse your master to now serve
    It is I that keeps fireplace jolly and roaring
    I have noticed lately you have a lot of nerve
    You have no gratitude, do I not share my ink
    You my good sir, shock me with such an attitude
    Do I not share with you my most expensive wine
    You raise conceit to a much higher altitude!

    Yes, I resent that insolent snide little smirk
    Your demeanor has taken on an angry voice
    It is as if, you are no longer my good friend
    Know you not, a poet 'tis by Fate- not by choice
    I will pen some verses of your heroic stand
    Alright, stop weeping, my ink and paper will soak
    Methinks you have had far too much wine, go to sleep
    Tomorrow, we see Hebridean isles, no joke.

    Does not such jubilant news cheer your little heart
    Friend, did I ever tell you my angel lives there
    Confide I this with you because you are a pal
    My love, 'tis she with gentle eyes, long silky hair.

    Robert J. Lindley, January 4th, 1972
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    Old Note: Jan 4th 1972
    I once lived in an old and sad lonely house
    My new friend was an exceptional little mouse
    I remember he could sing the sad blues and dance
    I now look back, was it a blessing or mere chance?

    New Note:
    Poem was written as an imaginative piece to explore
    the real world experiences of those people that have grown old, outlived so many and experience the lonely life that remains.
    Such a person, a friend I knew back then- and yes he was a writer, he was a great story teller. Sadly at age 89 he passed away. I was away out of state when he died. When I used to see him and ask how he was doing he would say- : " Just fine young lad- me and my mouse are always living it up."
    That gave me the idea about the conversation with the friendly but sometimes uppity little mouse.



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    Date: 11/30/2021 5:52:00 PM

    I do so very much wish that I could give my dear friend's name. But can not do so. He has passed on to his reward and I have not permission to do so. Although I know he would love the poem and surely say yes, it is ok young lad. Mouse and I are living it up- with a never ending supply of red-wine and cheese..
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    With Eternal Sent Bliss Two Hearts Reborn - a collaboration with Susan Ashley


    Under the midnight moon, romance waited
    its true heart and beauty, with love baited
    for dawning gleam across powdered snow
    and she her handsome soldier to soon show
    for his appearance was far overdue
    she could hear his parting words," I love you"
    watching the cold street and new snow falling
    thought of his not coming appalling
    heart and soul with dear memories aching
    sounding here and there, icicles breaking
    reminding her of coldness of alone
    the terrible long years he had been gone!

    within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
    with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

    God, she prayed as he was overseas
    save my prince - award these my heartfelt pleas
    his last letter told me he was very near
    in it sweet tones, I felt his lonesome tears
    I ask his safety be my reward
    you know Lord, my life has been very hard
    this house and farm has seen much better days
    I need my lover, his soft loving ways
    I need kisses in midnight escapades
    Romeo and Juliet roles played
    I place deep faith in my only request
    that my dear Samuel be our home's next guest!

    within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
    with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

    peering through deep darkness, there twin lights shown
    my how love's anticipation had grown
    heart a'thumping she went to cold front porch
    night a'glowing with her true lover's torch
    she touching her wide golden wedding band
    in the distance across snow splashed land
    came a lone car racing towards its goal
    it was her man, she knew it in her soul
    as she looked up thanking moon above
    feeling power of their forever love
    Oh Lord, she prayed, please, please let it be
    there a'flying, my true lover to me!

    within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
    with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.

    the scene plays out in black and white
    a grainy film’s nostalgic mood in moonlight
    her flaxen hair the dawn in lantern’s glare
    bound in a bun as uptight as her war-wife stare
    she steels her spine and hand-cuffs the rail
    will her beloved Sam be hearty or frail?
    he alights with a limp but his gait elegant
    Heaven-sent to banish nights oh so desolate
    Army left behind in curvy Forties coupe
    one of a tired but triumphant troop
    a king welcomed home by his homecoming queen
    she toasts the finale of a fervid dream
    as sparkle-spills from her lifted true blues
    heart’s champagne soothes an embattled bruise –
    sorrows of Europe untold the story - waits
    as their red rose reblooms with unfolding glory

    within Life's hardship, true love truly sworn.
    with Eternal sent bliss, two hearts reborn.


    Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

    (a collaboration) Rhyme/Romanticism

    December 4, 2021

    Poet's note:
    Susan my dear friend, as always it has been by great honor
    to again join pens with you. Letting our pens in unison seek
    to elevate our poetry to gift to the readers a composition
    that interests, hopeful delights and stirs their hearts,
    minds and souls. With your magnificent addition, this poem
    was set on a winning path and 'tis always my sweet honor to
    to say, I am truly humbled by your finely honed poetic talents.
    This poem cries out, that Love triumphs is a treasure gifted unto mankind...
    God bless…



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