Poetry and Prose for any season

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Poet's Notes
R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 232

Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.
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Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been sad and grim.
Truth, he would rather take a beating than tell lies
seeing others in hurt brought tears to his blue eyes.

In his gentle life he sought love and common sense
about his past he spoke with no storied pretense.
Upon waking and giving thanks for each new dawn
he sat on his porch, admiring green of his lawn.

Simple man just striving to have a simple soul
live life in peace, love his family was his goal.
Tho' life once led him down a very darkened path
he wore no hatred and displayed no burning wrath.

I felt his great strength, his kindness bore into me
I sprang from strong, blessed roots, his genetic tree.
Now he has journeyed on to his blessed reward
I have faced this world alone, its been very hard.

On blessed nights he appears to me in my dreams
oft telling me to walk besides cool mountain streams.
Then when things get too hot, step in cool aching feet
Find wisdom to not just foolishness dare repeat.

Have you guessed, this true friend, was my beloved dad
loved me with all his heart even when he was mad.
This my humble tribute, inked in poetic words
he taught life, love, beauty of dawn's sweet singing birds.

R.J. Lindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)

Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Providence On Behalf Of Love


I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream

Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection

With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss

Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins

Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue

Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng

We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire

We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores


Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share

Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol



Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

_______________June 8, 2018______________


*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -



My Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.

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Robert’s Poet’s Note: How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me - our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so.
A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet
as my dear friend most assuredly is...
As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..




Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part One

First Note--

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One

What ails man, lives deep inside

festering in his arrogant pride,
Like a seedling forever up-torn
blackness in him thus born,
Woe to thee, that human breath take
for earth's black lust thee partakes
As Poe saw, the Raven foretells,
human flesh absorbs many hells
And black hearts answer those calls
tho' to hide man builds many walls.

[B]
The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part One)

I saw the beast, drew my trusty sword
The crowd was there, a ghastly little horde
Devoid of dawn and reeking of decay
allowing indifference to hold greatest sway.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its eyes throwing flames
The crowd was there, playing childish games
Beast roared and threw a vicious claw
Crowd applauded it, they one and all.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw beast, its fangs showed through its smile
The crowd was there, with lust and usual guile
Crying with hearts, black and frozen as ice
Shouting kill the man, saying it thrice.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its flaming tail hit my head
The crowd was there, laughed the more I bled
Taken aback, my courage ate the mighty blow
Crowd screamed out, more blood for the show.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, slashing out in agonizing pain
The crowd was there, shouting man can not win again
With final blow, my sword pierced its black heart
The crowd rushed forth seeking to rip me apart.

With a mighty blow, new beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part One


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Posted 9-12-2018
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The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut, Part Two

Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)


What ails man, lives deep inside

alone can not purge, tho' many have tried,



eating flesh and blood from dust risen,
infinite black holding soul in its prison,
with fanged teeth and ever deep famished bites,
seeking to betray hope and heavenly sights,
as man walks in darkness and cries his woes,
it gnaws away at decaying fingers and toes,
forever hidden from gift of renewing light
ancient ghastly beast sworn to ever fight.

The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut
(Part Two)



Again, new beast has risen, as was before
Famished, seeking its first meal, blood and gore
With my sword heavy and soaked deep bloody red
I slash at is massive scaled body instead.

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Rebirth had given it size and armored scales
New behemoth fired from crowd's hate and angry wails
Alas! This giant, its strength taxed my courage hard
Tho' a hardened warrior bred, my soul was a bard.

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Steeping back, I saw its armored hide its great girth
Tho' fearful I swear to win, giving all my worth
Mind now hampered by fear, its defeating powers
I fought savage beast, growing weaker each new hour

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Alas! Losing hope, day and night have now flown on past
Weary, courage waning, for I fear each blow my last
Only prayers have sustained courage, my strength and heart
Should I fail, my body would be ripped apart

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

From heavens above a thunderclap struck the ground
in its debris, new sword and glowing armor I found
Saving grace delivered to this worn, weary soul
Renewing hope's powers and faith to reach my goal

Could this monster, a flesh and blood mortal withstand.
Yet one must, to save our families, homes, our lands.

Second Note -
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1976
Dark Rhyme(The Beast and its faithful allies)-Part Two


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

Posted 9-14- 2018

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First offering of my poet dedication series..

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born, first dedication poem
.

Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information

A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron.

Notices of the Life of Lord Byron by Thomas Moore, 1835

Lady Byron Vindicated: A History of The Byron Controversy, From Its Beginning in 1816 to the Present Time by Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1870

Byron: Biography and Chronology

Byron: Images
portraits of the poet, his family and friends

Byron: Selected Poetry

Byron: Selected Letters
Byron: Contemporary and Critical Opinion
Byron on Keats: At the John Keats site

Byron's lovers: Lady Caroline Lamb
Byron's wife: Anne Isabella Milbanke currently unavailable; being redesigned and rewritten

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan

Letters
Lord Byron to Francis Hodgson, 3 November 1808
Thomas Moore, Venice, February 2, 1818
Thomas Moore September 1814
Lord Byron Letter To Henry Drury Salsette Frigate, 3 May 1810
Lord Byron Letters To John Murray, Venice, April 6, 1819

DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series
honoring great poets.


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I decided to do two sonnets in dedication to my favorite poet, Byron.
I have since written two poems in dedication to my second favorite poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.--Tyr

(Sonnet 1)

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born
(Sonnet Number One)

Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
My years flew by as sweet as summer's breeze.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born
underneath the tall and ancient oak trees.
Mother Nature gave me breath, my heartbeat,
soft like distant thunder in a quiet gale.
Being blessed with mighty strength and fleet of feet
I traveled fast past rivers, hill and dale,
scattering each with magnificent seeds
helped to and fro by water, hoe, and wind.
They sprouted even in thickest thorny weeds
and all the more in verse, I vow to send.

Do not my life's passing cause you to mourn.
For at dawn's beautiful rise, I was born.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019

(Sonnet 2)

She An Angel, Ravenous In My Sight
(Sonnet Number Two)

Behold as shining frost on roses bright
its glint, a gasping pleasure to mine eyes
she an angel, ravenous in my sight
tho' her countenance some deny.

Dear blessing, that her power never dies
its renewals, this earth needs all the more
from its width, its canopy of blue skies
one may seek fortune from its, shore to shore.

Sweet those deep treasures her heart gives away
her immense depths we too oft fail to see
We in blindness let apathy hold sway
as we pride ourselves, far greater than she.

Behold as shining frost on roses bright.
She an angel, ravenous in my sight.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2019
Sonnet (Number two)

Note--
https://englishhistory.net/byron/
Lord Byron (1788-1824) – Key Facts, Life & Work Information

A collection of resources dedicated to the second generation romantic poet, Lord Byron. See more details in notes shown above.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

Notes:Poem stats..
Stats:
Poem number- I.
Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Poem number- II.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-9-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line:0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables: 132
Total # Words: 111

Poem number III.
Robert J. Lindley, started 11-09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 10 10 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 148
Total # Words: 111

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Bio links
1. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...rrett-browning

2. https://www.britannica.com/biography...rrett-Browning

3. https://www.notablebiographies.com/B...h-Barrett.html

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen from above

O' slave of perishable earth
where flees thy precious time
Thy days toil, pitiful its worth
living such sad curse a crime

O' fool of hottest desires
where flows thy craving lusts
Thy heart, consumed by its fires
as truth confesses life unjust

O' gambler of life's all
where slips thy evil blade
Thy voice, its wicked call
in arrogance, its treasures made

O' wastrel of blessed hours
where leaps thy sordid bones
Thy hope but black-rain showers
ringing out as evil tones

O' death of this sad life
where lays thy weary hand
Thy sting, its stab a sharp knife
its final release oft grand

Robert J. Lindley,
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

II.

Beyond The Farmyard, Huge Bright Green Pastures Loom

I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered,
there is warmth in this old barn and its deep stalls
this place fine, inside comforting cypress walls.

Here the wood has some splinters, the floor some straw
opened each end, from morn's fresh clean air I draw,
breath that sustains me and praise to be alive
view of this world, makes me glad to be alive.

Beyond the farmyard, huge bright-green pastures loom
my being sent there, I think is not my doom,
for cool breeze blows and glowing sun shines my way
no worries, so glorious is each new day.

I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-09-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

III.

Slowly, The Ebb Of Time's Washing Tides Subside

The cold granite watches my well worn path
Its invisible eyes seeking much more
Than man's darkest pride and ever vengeful wrath
That damns high rolling seas and cold rocky shore.

The beating sun soon births its seething heat
While my mind seeks much more in this foray
I staggered too far for a silent retreat
Cast too many spears to ask for a delay.

The night finds sore feet still trudging forward
Carrying now a vagabond, a fool
Ever the fruitless search yet ever onward
Life's hardest lessons come from pain's toughest school.

Slowly, the ebb of time's washing tides subside
And darkness truly fell, as this soul then died.

Robert J. Lindley, started 11- 09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Parts Two And Three, Honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Notes: Poems stats
(4.)
Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2018
Sonnet, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series
(5.)
Robert J. Lindley, 2-09-2019
Rhyme, honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
famous poets dedication series

Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10
0 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 300
(6.)
Robert J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 2019
Sonnet, ( Life is about choices made and paths taken)
Dedication honoring my eight poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Syllables Per Line:0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 144
Total # Words: 114
(7.)
Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2019
Rhyme, ( Repetition and Unification)
( A Tale of Fated Darkness On Display )
Dedication, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 11 11 11 12
0 12 12 11 11 11 12
0 12 12 11 11 11 12
0 12 12 11 11 11 12
Total # Syllables: 276
Total # Words: 204

(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and minds
soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes
and soon dance dark shadows upon the blinds!

As midnight hours call in more darkened hosts
sorrows leap forth promising no reprieve
you find searing pains that weeping soul roasts
far too much truth for pleading to relieve!

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret.
Cavernous echoes one can not forget.

(5.)
O' That Truth And Light Their Shining Rays Cast

In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my bones, rested what was heart driven
with its power, Heaven's bliss is striven
to destroy world's influence, its sad dark
immerse me, tighter than an oak tree's bark.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my eyes, beauty that has been hidden
comes so my darkness will soon be ridden
yet there is more than just this immense gift
love found a new home, to sweet life uplift
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my mind, blissful treasures are now stored
days and nights are great, never am I bored
For Love kindles fires that bake loving pies
truest of pleasure, devoid of life's black-lies
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my heart, loves great temple shines its gold
as morning air breathes her kisses resold
For merest pittance of my feeble charms
she wraps me glorious nights in her arms
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
While fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

(6.)
Roll Over, Play Dead, Or Win By Your Own Device

You have no sword to Gordian knot cut
moaning heart stirring to gain Loving fruits
days in a haze, life an expanding rut
oft you want to face, as firing squad shoots!

You have no rope to tie racing desires
as weeping soul, demands your striking back
at hurts, the pains of unfulfilled fires
and find way to corral life back on track.

You have no Aladdin's lamp to soft rub
as desperate mind seeks winning escape
Try as you may, your spirit needs a scrub
and course you fly, you need a hero's cape!

You have three choices, each one a great sacrifice
Roll over, play dead, or win by your own device!

(7.)
Alas, Such Sorrows Were My Predestined Fate

As her love ate soft marrow from my weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured me because I too was never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.

As her sexual hunger tore flesh piece by piece
her power grew as I begged for my release
from crushing grasp and sharpest of shredding teeth
I imprisoned in her dark lair far beneath
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.

As her immense greed demanded fresher human meat
she brought another so we could die as we greet
at my louder screams she laughed with hearty glee
for her new victim, Love once promised to me
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
And being so bound, now one other could relate.

As her love ate soft marrow from our weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured us because we too were never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
Our being so bound, now no others could relate.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Finished at last!! -Tyr