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    *Prometheus

    Prometheus
    GREEK GOD
    WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
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    Prometheus, in Greek religion, one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, and a god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by the apparent meaning of his name, Forethinker. In common belief he developed into a master craftsman, and in this connection he was associated with fire and the creation of mortals.



    * Poseidon

    Poseidon (puh-SYE-dun or poh-SYE-dun)
    Roman name Neptune. See The Olympians for another picture.
    Poseidon was the god of the sea, earthquakes and horses. Although he was officially one of the supreme gods of Mount Olympus, he spent most of his time in his watery domain. Poseidon was brother to Zeus and Hades. These three gods divided up creation. Zeus became ruler of the sky, Hades got dominion of the Underworld and Poseidon was given all water, both fresh and salt.

    Although there were various rivers personified as gods, these would have been technically under Poseidon's sway. Similarly, Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea, wasn't really considered on a par with Poseidon, who was known to drive his chariot through the waves in unquestioned dominance. Poseidon had married Nereus's daughter, the sea-nymph Amphitrite.

    The Romans' name for Poseidon was Neptune.

    In dividing heaven, the watery realm and the subterranean land of the dead, the Olympians agreed that the earth itself would be ruled jointly, with Zeus as king. This led to a number of territorial disputes among the gods. Poseidon vied with Athena to be patron deity of Athens. The god demonstrated his power and benevolence by striking the Acropolis with his three-pronged spear, which caused a spring of salt water to emerge. Athena, however, planted an olive tree, which was seen as a more useful favor. Her paramount importance to the Athenians is seen in her magnificent temple, the Parthenon, which still crowns the Acropolis. The people of Athens were careful, all the same, to honor Poseidon as well.

    Poseidon was father of the hero Theseus, although the mortal Aegeus also claimed this distinction. Theseus was happy to have two fathers, enjoying the lineage of each when it suited him. Thus he became king of Athens by virtue of being Aegeus's son, but availed himself of Poseidon's parentage in facing a challenge handed him by King Minos of Crete. This monarch threw his signet ring into the depths of the sea and dared Theseus to retrieve it. The hero dove beneath the waves and not only found the ring but was given a crown by Poseidon's wife, Amphitrite.

    Poseidon was not so well-disposed toward another famous hero. Because Odysseus blinded the Cyclops Polyphemus, who was Poseidon's son, the god not only delayed the hero's homeward return from the Trojan War but caused him to face enormous perils.

    Poseidon similarly cursed the wife of King Minos. Minos had proved his divine right to rule Crete by calling on Poseidon to send a bull from the sea, which the king promised to sacrifice. Poseidon sent the bull, but Minos liked it too much to sacrifice it. So Poseidon asked Aphrodite, the goddess of love, to make Minos's queen, Pasiphae, fall in love with the bull. The result was the monstrous Minotaur, half-man, half-bull.

    As god of horses, Poseidon often adopted the shape of a steed. It is not certain that he was in this form when he wooed Medusa. But when Perseus later killed the Gorgon, the winged horse Pegasus sprang from her severed neck.

    Poseidon sometimes granted the shape-shifting power to others. And he ceded to the request of the maiden Caenis that she be transformed into the invulnerable, male warrior Caeneus.
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    To Leave Melancholy Waters Behind

    Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
    she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
    in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
    upon solid ground from waters thus free
    A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
    with that precious dream always in her head.

    To leave melancholy waters behind
    stroll into humanity, true love find
    walking new steps and feel sun's waking glows
    feel the beach sands between her newfound toes.
    Touch pendulous branches of willow trees
    rise to wander the new world as she please.

    Admiring land's beauty, Nature's soft views
    watch as sun colored skies bluest hues
    dance as life and loving were both there found
    live as dream by *Prometheus unbound
    Wear the flowers of Spring's fragrant romance
    searching for her prince not waiting for chance!

    Under night skies, slow wafting tidal waves
    praying mercy's breath that lonely heart saves
    she reaching up to touch that dream aloft
    to receive gift of kisses warn and soft
    *Poseidon her sincerest prayers had heard
    changing her to mortal with single word!

    Resolutely her heart pounded its glee
    she a mere mermaid of romantic seas
    in heart of hearts mortal wanting to be
    upon solid ground from waters thus free
    A princess and to earthen realm thus wed
    with that precious dream always in her head.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2020
    Rhyme, ( In The Realm That Allows Dreams To Come True )
    ( Born From Greek Mythology Influence And An Old Poet's Delight )


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    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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    I That Once In Youth Thought To Be A God

    I that once in youth thought to be a god
    trampled many on darker path I trod
    until that path's fruits tore me asunder
    cast away all my forbidden plunder.
    In despair, I again sought the true right
    Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.

    I that once so begged, new morns to eat
    delicious moments to sweet delights meet
    day's path with love and its romantic winds
    slave to passion and all that it portends
    In haste, rush that mysterious unknown
    thereby wrecking all, birthing heart of stone.

    I that once sought all greed and lusts demand
    blinded warrior in a devouring land
    ignoring pains, poisons and gushing bloods
    ever seeking more and more- treasure floods.
    In disarray, lost as a dying rat
    for on indifference I had grown fat!

    I that once found treasure so deep and true
    such beauty as never again I knew
    a gem beyond most mortal's blinded sight
    blessing which made lonely heart and soul bright.
    In fear, I placed her in cold iron chains
    until all that was left was sad remains.

    I that once in youth thought to be a god
    trampled many on darker path I trod
    until that path's fruits tore me asunder
    cast away all my forbidden plunder.
    In despair, I again sought the true right
    Soul's repair, treasure given divine Light.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2020
    Rhyme, ( In Youth Wherein Great Folly Abounds )


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    Once Cast Into Stormy Winds, Words Decrying Fate

    I bid adieu, life and hidden glory not found
    in defiance I speak from this high lofty height
    once slaving in destructive blindness, firmly bound
    to mortal arrogance, rage born in dark of night
    Final words, I utter before I make this leap
    you that slayed me, your false victory may keep!

    R.J. Lindley, March 11th, 1978
    Rhyme, ( Verses born after deep betrayal )
    ( Staring into eternity and roaring against Fate's black hands )



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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    As Years And Life Thus Ever Onward Flow

    Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
    Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
    As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
    Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?

    Ever so slowly but surely wheel spins
    Without a whispering creak or loud moan
    Do we pray forgiveness for mortal sins
    Such leeway disappears when we are gone.

    It hums in tune to invisible clock
    Tho' its revolutions we try to slow
    In dark midnight hours we hear its tick-tock
    From that very first breath older we grow.

    As years and life thus ever onward flow
    This world teaches us Fate's hand has it way
    Do we ever learn we are not its show
    And thus seek to prepare for judgement day.

    Time's wheel grinds ever so finely with ease
    Its purpose oft mysteriously deep
    As moon-tide's pull stirs magnificent seas
    Dare we pray for love and peace in our sleep?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-22-2020
    Rhyme, ( Time is an unbreakable glass that never fills )


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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    Incarnations Of What Love's Blessed Paradise Extols

    Soft and slow each rising tide that your sweetest loving bring
    that lush hush and touch setting eager seeking hearts aflame,
    those luscious lips that invite passion's hottest heated might
    that resounding chorus as our rendezvous night time sings.

    Sensual swells of joyous ardor in each breast waiting
    for the mounting ecstasy of our heavenly romance
    resplendent glory, the power of our eternal Love
    treasures so far beyond compare in our teenage dating.

    Pleasure surging when moans found unison in gushing glee
    dearest of gems stored as love's majestic depths were explored
    Into Love's virgin forests as we took that first deep plunge
    more than enough, memories for life- our Love you and me.

    Destiny! What gift was cast to such young and eager souls
    Incarnations of what Love's blessed paradise extols.

    Robert J. Lindley, March 19th, 1973
    Sonnet, ( Romantic Rendezvous Under A Glowing Moonlit June Night )

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    Total # Syllables:196
    Total # Words:132

    Note: 6-23-2020, Edited slightly to maintain a uniform syllable count.



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    Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow

    Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
    its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
    joy at waking to again see life's show
    knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.

    We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
    dawn's message, its tender whispering voice
    realize what little we truly know
    about living, love and freedom of choice.

    Rising, dare we ask what happiness gives
    inquire do we with deeper kindness tread
    stand true, knowing in this dark world life lives
    oft waging great battles to get ahead.

    As years, forward march in their steady flow
    and morn continues to gift its sweet calls
    shall we walk with pride, let our mercy grow
    no matter what in life our soul befalls.

    Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
    its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
    joy at waking to again see life's show
    knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2020
    Rhyme, ( The Joy And Warmth Of Dawn's First Golden Rays )


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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    Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
    Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
    ( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
    and life's many paths taken )

    Note One:
    I would like to thank my friend, Lawrence Sharp
    and his poem titled, "Of Myth And More Or Less"
    for its seeding my brief ryhming comment made
    to and about that fine poem. To which the idea
    and continued inspiration later gave birth to
    this new creation and my great pleasure in setting
    the composing task to meet a hard criteria while
    staying as much possible within the concept that
    his poem revealed to me...

    Note Two:
    This poem was composed with these set restrictions
    Three stanzas, each stanza eight verses, each
    stanza exactly 60 words, each a total of 80 syllables.
    Each stanza to be able to be a stand alone dark poem,
    were that a choice made. In this case it was not.
    This goal, this puzzle was met and a true joy it was
    to complete the task.

    Each stanza
    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables:80
    Total # Words:60

    Total
    Syllables Per Line:
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    Total # Words:180
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    That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

    That which held me in a magical spell
    Dark, its winding infinity and heart
    Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
    Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
    Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
    Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
    Else sadden look at folly within me
    Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!

    Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
    Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
    Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
    So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
    Mortal wondering, malevolent things
    Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
    Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
    Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!

    That which set me in a revolving maze
    Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
    Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
    To search those nightmares we should never tell.
    LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
    Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
    Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
    Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
    Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
    ( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
    and life's many paths taken )



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
    I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
    In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
    one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
    From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
    poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
    should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
    Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
    He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.
    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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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    I rose this morn, having no intention to compose a poetic word today.
    In fact, I had intended to not write but just read. And in my very first reading, a poem by
    one of my friends and former collaborator inspired me to reply to and about his poem.
    From that on the spot quick reply(of 8 rhyming verses) a seed that germinated and brought forth the new
    poem written just this morn. Such to a poet is a blessing and in my mind one
    should always notify the poet that their poem inspired the creation of another poem.
    Thus I did so, and asked permission to state the facts of how my new poem came to be.
    He agreed and I presented the new poem this morn at my home poetry site.

    I was given notice that today this poem was awarded "Poem Of The Day" at my home poetry site.-Tyr




    That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell

    That which held me in a magical spell
    Dark, its winding infinity and heart
    Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
    Shreds of humanity once torn apart.
    Within hard gaping gasps and stormy sea.
    Beauty once trampled in mad haste and greed
    Else sadden look at folly within me
    Why on our own swords we oft fall and bleed!

    Deep thoughts and those silent murmurs in life
    Echoes of cavernous pains, woe'some woes
    Memories dredged up by dire worldly strife
    So well hidden that no fear ever shows.
    Mortal wondering, malevolent things
    Deep sorrows and aches they come and they go
    Weak flesh blundering(s), as a dark star sings
    Each a dead corpse as lost and blind we row!

    That which set me in a revolving maze
    Phantasms of meanderings through deep hell
    Gasping fears brought on by insipid craze
    To search those nightmares we should never tell.
    LO! Dare we unsavory black explore
    Dawn armor to such inner sanctums raid
    Seek long sought answers while we ask no more
    Than devil's touch and the cut of his blades?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-28-2020
    Rhyme Dark, A bold look inward..
    ( On the inner ponderings of the human soul
    and life's many paths taken )



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020


    EDIT. Has since also been Awarded, Poem of the Week...
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 07-29-2020 at 05:37 AM.
    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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    Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
    Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )

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    Total # Syllables:448
    Total # Words:358

    *pall
    /pôl/
    See definitions in:
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    Heraldry
    noun
    1.
    a cloth spread over a coffin, hearse, or tomb.
    Similar:
    funeral cloth
    coffin covering
    2.
    a dark cloud or covering of smoke, dust, or similar matter.
    "a pall of black smoke hung over the quarry"

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    The Night The Ravishing Vampire Came To Feast

    She came with the wind dark as night.
    Cried for love, in the bitter dust,
    Her sadden pleas brought a strange must;
    That solemn moment earth shone bright.
    Her aura soaked into us all,
    Its pallid taste, poisons so true
    Morbid thought as flowers she threw
    We saw not the surrounding *pall.

    Our brains felt the resounding blast.
    From afar, as blacken clouds came,
    We knew her touch was not a game;
    For this love felt to ever last.
    As soft echoes sounded her song,
    Winsome breeze enchanted our hearts
    In her paradise we belong
    Only good vibes did she impart.

    Spellbound by her beauty so deep.
    Silence thus, could hear a pin drop
    Time's spinning hands seemed to just stop,
    Each soul cast out a happy weep;
    She sang the sweetest melody
    Her voice ringing its vibrant tone
    Each man felt she loved him alone
    Her dark kiss had no remedy.

    From blacken sky fell dancing light.
    Glowing orbs swaying to and fro,
    Then a trumpet began to blow;
    On us all came darkest of nights.
    Storm appeared, lashing forth red rain,
    We saw bloody drops splashing down
    She next removed her snow white gown
    And we saw her true wicked stain.

    We cried out what the hell are you?
    That now shows such long vicious teeth,
    She said, I come from far beneath;
    To sate my lust and drink from you.
    Terror entering our swelled veins,
    As she from each one took a sip
    From bloody necks she took a nip
    Her harvest yielding fruitful gains.

    As darkness let up she drank fast.
    Our bodies chained within her trance,
    Around us in glee she did dance;
    Surely wanting her feast to last.
    Having drank deep our glowing red,
    She slowed to our pale hands caress
    Declaring this I now confess
    Mortals taste better when not dead.

    As dawn sent its dimmest new rays.
    She announced her tender good-byes,
    Bringing back evil stormy skies;
    She fled from golden light of day.
    Later we woke to day's soft shine
    Asking could that nightmare be real
    Could a vampire from us so steal
    And upon our warm blood so dine?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
    Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
    Note- 6/30/2020
    This is a heavily edited version of a dark narrative poem, that I wrote
    many years ago. I have finally got around to editing it.
    And daring to present it my friends.. As always my dark poems are
    composed because of my admiration of the most famous and talented
    Dark poetry master, Edgar Allan Poe.
    God bless.....-- Tyr
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    I Write And Write Oft Through The Night,
    Words Dedicated To All Poets


    I write and write oft through the night,
    ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
    hold pen, in left hand not the right
    inking heart's truth, as out it seeps
    I write and write oft through the hours
    inking what our souls dare not say,
    gems of life's beautiful flowers
    celebrating the live long day.

    I hope and hope oft through the day,
    wonder well, how we make it through
    hold my faith, oft bowing to pray
    blessings for my loved ones and you
    I hope and hope oft through the storm
    penning wins over our travails
    wherein truest of love is the norm
    and ever onward our love sails.

    I write and write oft through the night,
    I write and write oft through the hours
    I hope and hope oft through the day
    I hope and hope oft through the storm
    Ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
    Inking out what souls dare not say
    Wonder well, how we make it through
    Penning wins over our travails.

    Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2020
    Rhyme, ( Wherein The Poet Must Relay Heart's Truest Gifts )
    Dedicated To All Poets, as poets sacrifice to ink their art.



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    Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived

    I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
    through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
    bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
    chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
    master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
    opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
    lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
    vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.

    I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first
    took the hardest of trails, making life my own way
    with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse
    winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day
    crying for lost lover, bitter agony found
    steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might
    with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound,
    stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight.

    I have my sights set on living with undue haste
    waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread
    discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste
    walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead
    carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong
    ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde
    broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song
    barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford.

    I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
    through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
    bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
    chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
    master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
    opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
    lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
    vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.


    Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020
    Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh )

    Syllables Per Line:
    0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
    0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
    0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
    0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
    Total # Syllables:384
    Total # Words::::282

    Note:
    O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained
    O' to be innocent again, no longer stained
    O' to be healthy again, a man of my own
    O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown.

    And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear
    And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear
    And in his heart again, darkness forever gone
    And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.



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    Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
    Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
    books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "


    To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
    blessedly gifted, born in month of May
    star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
    free spirited and full of youth's desires
    warrior of daily childhood revelry
    with a small bit of foolish devilry
    racing as a wild mustang in a race
    not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    with innocent dreams as we all once had.

    Imbued with brave knight's soul and gallantries
    set about by monsters of raging seas
    wading through brambles, forests looming dark
    boy willing to die young to make a mark
    ever glad that boring manhood must wait
    oft victim of accursed human Fate
    conqueror of great battles, mammoth hills
    days and nights with buckets of joyous thrills
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

    Bound in chains of sad months of heart break school
    kept from those great cool and clear flowing pools
    locked in rooms, to learn writing, art and math
    so far from well worn forays and true paths
    yearning to grow to huge savage beasts slay
    heroes of Olympic games, Shakespeare plays
    a Hercules, Goliath slayer too
    flying eager skies in a spaceship new
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

    Born of strength and Zeus-like given powers
    vigilant as fighters of any hours
    as captains on voyages through raging seas
    there with Ox and Paul Bunyan chopping trees
    or winning hard fought battles, standing tall
    to enter Valhalla's long golden halls
    long nights drinking gallons of honey mead
    not worrying on death or wounds that bleed
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

    Laughing, living as only boys can do
    running as barefoot heroes without shoes
    finding ravishing thoughts of pretty girls
    jumping into lakes of romantic swirls
    keen to not seek manhood at any cost
    for so well seen what treasures would be lost
    praying that youthful days would never end
    fearing such change and what future portends
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    innocent dreams as we boys all once had.

    To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay
    blessedly gifted, born in month of May
    star of tender heart, rambunctious fires
    free spirited and full of youth's desires
    warrior of daily childhood revelry
    with a small bit of foolish devilry
    racing as a wild mustang in a race
    not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace
    living life as daring mischievous lad
    with innocent dreams as we all once had.


    R.J. Lindley, May 10th, 1978
    Rhyme, ( The Years Of Youthful Vigor And Mysteries To Be Solved )

    Note One-
    Six equally matched stanzas-
    Each stanza is ten verses, exactly 70 words, one hundred syllables.
    Total syllables = 600
    Total words = 420


    Note two-
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    This article is about the novel. For other uses, see The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (disambiguation).
    The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
    Tom Sawyer 1876 frontispiece.jpg
    Front piece of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, 1876 1st edition.
    Author Mark Twain
    Country United States
    Language English, Limited Edition (Spanish)
    Genre Bildungsroman, picaresque novel, satire, folk, children's literature
    Publisher American Publishing Company
    Publication date
    1876[1]
    OCLC 47052486
    Dewey Decimal
    813.4
    LC Class PZ7.T88 Ad 2001
    Followed by Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
    Text The Adventures of Tom Sawyer at Wikisource
    The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is an 1876 novel by Mark Twain about a young boy growing up along the Mississippi River. It is set in the 1840s in the fictional town of St. Petersburg, inspired by Hannibal, Missouri, where Twain lived as a boy.[2] In the novel Tom Sawyer has several adventures, often with his friend Huckleberry Finn. Originally a commercial failure, the book ended up being the best selling of any of Twain's works during his lifetime.[3][4]
    Though overshadowed by its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, the book is considered by many to be a masterpiece of American literature,[5] and was one of the first novels to be written on a typewriter.
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    Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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    Author Mark Twain
    Illustrator E. W. Kemble
    Country United States
    Language English
    Series Tom Sawyer
    Genre Picaresque novel
    Publisher Chatto & Windus / Charles L. Webster And Company.
    Publication date
    December 10, 1884 (UK & Canada)
    1885[1] (United States)
    Pages 366
    OCLC 29489461
    Preceded by The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
    Followed by Tom Sawyer Abroad
    Text Adventures of Huckleberry Finn at Wikisource
    Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (or, in more recent editions, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn) is a novel by Mark Twain, first published in the United Kingdom in December 1884 and in the United States in February 1885. Commonly named among the Great American Novels, the work is among the first in major American literature to be written throughout in vernacular English, characterized by local color regionalism. It is told in the first person by Huckleberry "Huck" Finn, the narrator of two other Twain novels (Tom Sawyer Abroad and Tom Sawyer, Detective) and a friend of Tom Sawyer. It is a direct sequel to The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
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    Tale Of False Image Of The Beautiful Temptress

    In her allure, a furtive glaze
    her eyes, seductive ways
    beckoning back receptive gaze,
    revealing beauty pays.

    She set the stage, spreading her feast
    enchanting there, a coming hope
    in her dark heart, a fearsome beast,
    hidden beyond life's horoscope.

    The rancid world, its ebbing tides
    its tempting sweets, its dark
    holding powers, hatreds it hides,
    its wicked ways, savage and stark.

    She born of black, her heart so cold
    revealed a sad past
    of princess into slavery sold,
    lies setting heart aghast.

    In her deep thoughts, victim's demise
    in her breast, blades of hate
    from life's truth, word to the wise,
    halt, it may be too late.

    Her closest friend, soft moonlit glows
    casting light, pale in shades
    to better hide vindictive blows,
    to sink in angry blades.

    Out loud she laughs, while strolling away
    another one sent deep
    as world and wicked temptress play,
    whilst unsuspecting sleep.

    Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2020
    Rhyme, ( Poetic verse, a few words to the wise )


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    Bird Of Paradise

    Where o' where does bird of paradise hide its nest
    perhaps deep in a very old and well worn shoe,
    one scuffed up, well traveled and not its very best
    bearing those haunting scars that life itself accrues,
    or within a busy gnat's earliest morn drink
    as it gulps dew from a bright lazy buttercup,
    wondering what not to wear and how not to think
    only knowing life demands it this liquid sup.

    Could be invisible realm within mankind's touch
    much as waves of saltwater beach-flung by the sea
    soakings feet, sands and breaking stubborn rocks so much
    as to bring majestic pleasures likes as are we,
    else dreamscape, its fruited orchards ripe and divine
    magnificent desserts crying out just to be
    Nature's colorful bounty, its gifts very fine
    born of earth, hanging from weighted limbs of a tree.

    Nay, such fancy are mere wisps of wind in man's heart
    bird of paradise its wings all about us spreads,
    it lives in eternity and has from man's start
    came to us in sweet dreams as we sleep in our beds
    Yet we can not rule out Nature having one too
    for we must admit its still well hidden treasures
    we should learn to appreciate more than we do
    beauty of life, Love's depths, its joys beyond measure.

    Bird of Paradise, this night may I fly with you
    through dawn's expanse, its whispering twilight gleamings,
    to crystal clear gardens of romantic fervor
    and find her, my dream princess to live forever.

    Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2020
    Rhyme, ( Within Man's Soul, Exists A Beauty Beyond Measure )


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    The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found


    Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
    Free verse,
    ( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )


    Note 1 :
    A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
    I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
    rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
    a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
    new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
    may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
    in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
    depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.

    Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
    school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
    and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
    and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
    in my 6th grade class...

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    Saint Joan of Arc
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    Historiated initial depicting Johan of Arc from Archives Nationales, Paris, AE II 2490, allegedly dated to the second half of the 15th century but presumably art forgery painted in the late 19th or early 20th centuries, according to medievalist Philippe Contamine.[1]
    Martyr and Holy Virgin
    Born Jeanne d'Arc (modern French)
    circa 1412
    Domrémy, Duchy of Bar, Kingdom of France
    Died 30 May 1431 (aged approx. 19)
    Rouen, Normandy
    (then under English rule)
    Venerated in
    Roman Catholic Church
    Anglican Communion[2]
    Beatified 18 April 1909, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Pius X
    Canonized 16 May 1920, St. Peter's Basilica, Rome by Pope Benedict XV
    Feast 30 May
    Attributes Armor, banner, sword
    Patronage France; martyrs; captives; military personnel; people ridiculed for their piety; prisoners; soldiers; women who have served in the WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service); and Women's Army CorpsSignature.
    Joan of Arc (French: Jeanne d'Arc[3][4] pronounced [?an da?k]; c. 1412 – 30 May 1431),[5] nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans" (French: La Pucelle d'Orléans), is considered a heroine of France for her role during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years' War, and was canonized as a Roman Catholic saint. She was born to Jacques d'Arc and Isabelle Romée, a peasant family, at Domrémy in northeast France. Joan claimed to have received visions of the archangel Michael, Saint Margaret, and Saint Catherine of Alexandria instructing her to support Charles VII and recover France from English domination late in the Hundred Years' War. The unanointed King Charles VII sent Joan to the Siege of Orléans as part of a relief army. She gained prominence after the siege was lifted only nine days later. Several additional swift victories led to Charles VII's consecration at Reims. This long-awaited event boosted French morale and paved the way for the final French victory.

    On 23 May 1430, she was captured at Compiègne by the Burgundian faction, a group of French nobles allied with the English. She was later handed over to the English[6] and put on trial by the pro-English bishop Pierre Cauchon on a variety of charges.[7] After Cauchon declared her guilty, she was burned at the stake on 30 May 1431, dying at about nineteen years of age.[8]

    In 1456, an inquisitorial court authorized by Pope Callixtus III examined the trial, debunked the charges against her, pronounced her innocent, and declared her a martyr.[8] In the 16th century she became a symbol of the Catholic League, and in 1803 she was declared a national symbol of France by the decision of Napoleon Bonaparte.[9] She was beatified in 1909 and canonized in 1920. Joan of Arc is one of the nine secondary patron saints of France, along with Saint Denis, Saint Martin of Tours, Saint Louis, Saint Michael, Saint Rémi, Saint Petronilla, Saint Radegund and Saint Thérèse of Lisieux.

    Joan of Arc has remained a popular figure in literature, painting, sculpture, and other cultural works since the time of her death, and many famous writers, playwrights, filmmakers, artists, and composers have created, and continue to create, cultural depictions of her.
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    The Epic Vow, The Long Journey, And Destination Found

    Her vow was to remain alive ...
    stoke furiously the aching fires
    not weep tears that splattered ancient grounds
    no longer a vassal of state, nor apathy chained
    walk deliberately, instead of in moaning pain
    from within a hell-cast inferno,
    into the welcoming arms of hope and joyous dreams
    bathing in sun-birthed rays that arrive
    as gems sent from the heavens and singing skies
    a survivor...
    asking not pity nor wealth ...

    She then journeyed east,
    traversing dusty roads and mountainous terrain
    accepting life and its hollow victories
    enduring lonely nights and unmerciful
    flaming cauldrons of ever surging pains

    Forever seeking ...
    that home of memory and lost dream,
    a vagabond and a wanderer in the dark
    courageous beyond the heroic arc ...
    true to love
    not realizing, many never find
    the right path or needed illuminations
    to stop upon the meadow'ed fields of heart's gift ...

    Her trek, sought light of the golden cup,
    desireth of romance and magnificent taste
    wine pressed by Olympic gods ...
    flowers born from Pan's wondrous flute
    serenity and paradise accepting
    life's true worth ...

    As the years ever forward raced,
    her speed set her to a merest crawl
    feet trudging stubbornly on ...
    feeling so close
    so very, very close
    she paused for a moment ...
    there and then it appeared,
    the rainbow of promised light
    in the bouquet of dancing moonlight ...

    Eyelids growing heavy,
    breath growing weaker, slumber begging
    its long awaited meal ...
    she yielded to fate and relief
    a willing victim of success
    a warrior borne away on a shield of gold

    A princes returned to her allotted realm
    hands clasped in prayer, her heart bearing yet more gifts.

    Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
    Free verse,
    ( As The Veil Of Darkness And Grief Was Shattered )


    Note 1 :
    A dear friend on mine, sent me an email requesting that
    I write a free verse poem, one that poet suggested would
    rival any of my many sonnets. I always being up to such
    a challenge when issued, sat down today and composed this
    new free verse piece. I hope it meets the challenge and
    may indeed show the validity of free verse in poetry,
    in its form perfectly capable of offering color, imagery,
    depth, beauty, message, purpose and much, much more.. RJL.

    Note 2: This poem in part was also inspired by my elementary
    school reading of Joan of Arc, among that of the other famous
    and very brave women that so often faced a most savage world
    and triumphed! I having once composed a book report on her
    in my 6th grade class...



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
    Finally finished this one...Tyr
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