Poetry and Prose for any season

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When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky



When Thirsty Earth Begged Its Brother Sky

When thirsty Earth cries, for much needed rain
Sky beams ever brighter, said not again
Why cry thus to me, ask your mortal men,
they steal your bounty and live in dark sin?

Earth heard and let out more desperate moans
Sky rumbled back, no rain in clear tones.
Earth begged oceans and forests to plead
please ask brother Sky to fill our great need.

Again Sky answered with angrier sounds
told Earth, stop men from going out of bounds
Earth moaned louder and then pleaded some more
asking Sky, some rain please, this I implore.

Later Earth and brother Sky came to terms
rains came so heavy it woke sleeping worms!

R.J. Lindley
August 12th, 1974
Sonnet,( Native American Tale)
Inspired by a story that my Native American grandfather told me
when I was about 9/10 years old.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?

Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.

Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.

Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death And Its Loneliness Inflicted )


Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 124

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Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew

Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew
with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new.
Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine
her beauty and purity no words could define.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away
nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray.
As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall
she never said uttered a word needing recall.
Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light
romancing her first love and precious was her sight.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse
and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse.
Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill
reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil
and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth
enchanting was the tender season of her youth.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush
until aurora banished night in her gold rush
of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’
desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon -
a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity,
time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe,
her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow
a life of beauty echoing the words of love
now distant in the skies with kindness up above
when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills
of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold
beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold
through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care
to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer
endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace
with charms up above, she remains my saving grace.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.)
October 2, 2018

This collaboration was:
Awarded Poem of the Day and also later
awarded as ~ Poem Of The Week ~
Week of October 7, 2018

Note- It is my great honor and deep pleasure to once again help compose and present this our heartfelt and romantic presentation of life, love and beautiful song and dance when in love with a goddess that stirs the smitten soul to shine and give thanks for its dear and sweet blessing.
Susan and Teppo, tho' it has taken a month to get this to completion, it has been a great joy to write and also discuss poetry with two such amazingly talented poets. I am truly and doubly blessed to have two such great friends and fantastic writing partners..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Fourth poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series, Samuel Coleridge.


O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge

"Coleridge" redirects here. For other uses, see Coleridge (disambiguation).
This article is about the early 19th-century English poet. For the late
19th-century British composer, see Samuel Coleridge-Taylor.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge in 1795
Coleridge in 1795
Born 21 October 1772
Ottery St Mary, Devon, Great Britain
Died 25 July 1834 (aged 61)
Highgate, Middlesex, United Kingdom
Occupation Poet, critic, philosopher
Alma mater Jesus College, Cambridge
Literary movement Romanticism
Notable works The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, "Kubla Khan", Christabel
Spouse Sara Fricker
Children Hartley Coleridge
Berkeley Coleridge
Sara Coleridge
Derwent Coleridge
Signature
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (/'ko?l?r?d?/[1]; 21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834)
was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who,
with his friend William Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement
in England and a member of the Lake Poets. He wrote the poems,
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and "Kubla Khan", as well as the major prose
work Biographia Literaria. His critical work, especially on William Shakespeare,
was highly influential, and he helped introduce German idealist philosophy
to English-speaking culture. Coleridge coined many familiar words and phrases,
including suspension of disbelief. He had a major influence on Ralph Waldo
Emerson and on American transcendentalism.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..

Fourth poet in my ongoing dedication series.
Note-- In my first poem,
I am trying to communicate the darkness in this world.
The immense and magical imagination that Coleridge used
in his famous poem, Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
As in wisdom imparted to this modern world and poetic
flights taken in dream be one awake or truly asleep.
Deliver a message in a dream tale..
Persuade the reader that we poets must write our dreams be
they of dark or of light and also entertain with our
poetry. I had planned on when presenting this, including an
excerpt from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner to give at
least part of that to the reader as reference.
I know its not one hundred percent Coleridge but
my goal is to write true poetry , not to mimic the great poets
that I hope to honor in this dedication series.
In my second poem,
I am trying to reveal the precious gifts Nature offers and
how that relief from this dark world is oft a Godsend and
oft creates memories that last a lifetime. Memory gems one
can then summon up, in old age, to soothe a lonely heart,
broken soul or sorrows that come from realizing the end
is nearer now than ever it was before!

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM).

(1.)

O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play,
Poet Dedication Series

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play
flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts
as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day
walk on Mars, as internal tides create deep shifts,
to make room for imagination and its leaps
within our lives and waning hands of Fate and Time
folding mysteries layers into ashen heaps,
that flee as first frost, its gleaming sparkles sublime
to faeries, elves, ancient forests once held
as kingdoms of gaiety with hordes of golden treasures
such massive wealth as few men have ever beheld
nor dreamed of in their wildest lustful pleasures!

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.

Alas! Such can not be taken or brought back for man
much the pity, as we wake knowing it was real
as real as our other worldly dreams and life plan
to walk in our blinded bliss and far more Time steal
that nirvana, sated in our dark human greed,
its chasms from which those dancing shadows sprang
to soothe our human lusts and their enormous need
to find something, anything great and immensely strange
from fountains of our darkness that welcome our thought
of beings with their silver shoes and long flung capes
laying dark deeper traps, in which we wish to be caught
bound in chains, with our always so clever escapes!

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play.
As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day.

Robert J. Lindley, 11- 25 -2018
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..


SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number Two - (Inspired by his, Fear In Solitude, poem)

(2.)

A Sweet Fall Visit To A Hidden Paradise

A quiet and hidden place, it aura soft and true
A luscious canopy covered by bright morning dew
Lakeside scenes all about, one can so easily see
Gentle slopes, its flowing hills, glowing gems too
Complete with groups of deer munching away
Nothing to disturb them on this bright Fall day
Over head a lone eagle soars in bluest of blue skies
My private sojourn, such warmth my soul never denies.

Rushing stream, its waters dancing over the rocks
Reminds me of life and its many hard knocks
Of the dark times when pain was the savage norm
Of the trying times when love lost its beautiful form
A green meadow there, lush and invitingly cool
Where I to ignore its gifts, I would be a fool
So gentle do my thoughts come, when resting there
That peace walks on in and suddenly I have not a care.

Joyous music dances across its spacious views
Washing away my hurts, my old lonesome blues
I thank Mother Nature for blessings she has sent
Never disappointed with sweet time there so well spent
Only sadness that comes is when I must say good-byes
My hiking shoes on, I leave paradise and its beautiful skies
Tears well up, my heart aches and sometimes even cries
For leaving brings sorrows, back into dark world with its lies.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019
Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Note:
Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings, who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe). History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019

Note: Yet again it is such a great honor to compose with my dear friend and very talented co-author Vladislav Raven. Despite delays due to computer problems we managed to get this one completed and now presented.
I want to acknowledge the superb verses Mike has gifted to this tale of a Viking warrior that lived into old age rather than dying in battle.
Thank you so much Mike!

The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age,
(Collaboration With Vladislav Raven)

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of life's pay
from blood flowing until care and want expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors true brave
all for golden treasures that he once, others gave.

Where not his saddest sorrows rightly born to flay
conquering dark dread of night to soothe brightest day
within such journey, pain must be given free reign
present heart shattered, as for invincibility he prays
for stubborn pride's cost, once immense evil befell
blinded young lad, willingly sent into battles legends tell.

From soil with streaming-red and dying's loudest moans
weeping ground, from brave warriors cut and fallen
clamoring with Viking swords clashing, wars evilest tones
inviting Valkyries to swoop up, those dead and death-callin'
as Valhalla watches battle, with its deadliest of foes
darkness marshals powerful forces, to their powers show!

Biding time, sweet life has wrangled its hours away
as soul awaits trip to Valhalla or Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand highest of blood's pay
from red-streams a'flowin' until care and want soon expires
battles fought that would frighten warriors truest and brave
for earthen gains that once taken, are back too soon gave.

Part (2.)

Stagnating in the darkness, the old man waits,
what fate shall befall his ancient bones?
His breath comes short and life hesitates,
for all of his wrongs his heart atones.
In his thoughts, once more he was a youth,
his memories holding his life's truth,

Many ancient oceans he had explored,
in battle's thunder, a power in shield wall,
oh, maidens weep, for they he adored,
within death's struggles this Viking had stood tall,
with power and might he never knew defeat,
no enemy alive had made this man retreat.

Now in the darkness, his inner flame does dim,
his eyes fly open, his hand he does raise,
He feels his youth when his life was filled to the brim,
his accomplishments, he knew, had all earned praise,
sword placed in his hand, now close to his breast,
now he hardens himself for the final test.

Then he does cry put in a mighty voice,
"Odin, Father! bring your sword son home,
now he must wait the final choice,
has he earned his place or darkness shall he roam,
(The decision made,)
Off to |Valhalla, to sit in golden halls,
to sing songs of glory, until final battle calls.

Robert J. Lindley and Vladislav Raven, collaboration...
Rhyme, ( A short piece on the mighty warring Vikings,
who struck fear for over three centuries along the coastline of Europe).
History that was lost into the savagery and warfare of ancient times.
3-24-2019

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Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018