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    Below is the finished collaboration I did with Brenda, which she posted 5 days ago on our poetry site.
    From its number of reads and comments, it has been very well received and praised on her home page there.
    I just posted it on my home page this morn.--Tyr


    Poet's Notes

    Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
    Date:10/30/2017

    Note- Has been a joy and an honor to compose with you my friend.
    Although my health was not the best, I think this came out very well.
    As your start and questioning verses were a magnificent beginning,
    that gives rise to the very different way men and women deal with relationship/love and first encounters.
    I humbly thank you for your writing with me my friend..


    My Heart Beseeches An Answer, A Collaboration With Brenda Chiri


    (Part One- She Asks)

    I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
    My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

    Reaching beside me feeling only coolness of my sheet,
    Alone now the rain outside hits the ground in rhythmic beat.
    The fresh cool breeze whispers through my open window,
    Catching billowing curtains into a back and forth show.

    Caressing like cold dead fingers upon my naked skin,
    Traveling back in time which I know I had let you in.
    Our words danced in tango style, each one held a line
    Glasses raised to our lips, we sipped succulent red wine.

    I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
    My sleep filled mind remembers, you left before the dawn!

    Soon after we laid together, right here on my bed,
    Oh why didn't I stop us then, to turn you away instead?
    Now I lay here thinking, as an ache overwhelms my chest,
    Gave you what I swore no more, gave you my very best.

    Wishing for an answer,on this cold, wet, cloudy day.
    How much more my bleeding heart will have to pay?
    For allowing this intrusion into my life again I did dare,
    Yet I have no answer, of how much or even if you care.

    I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
    My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

    (Part Two- He Answers)

    How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
    When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

    My darling, fear not, my racing away has a most just cause
    I woke that morn, your angelic beauty gave me pause.
    For my life had for decades fallen into the deepest dark
    Then my finding you and our first night together left its mark.

    As I looked in the mirror and saw me lying next to you
    My heart almost burst, knowing it was too good to be true.
    There you were, naked and your alluring beauty sublime
    I thought of my past, how if it hurt you, would be a crime!

    How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
    When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

    That morn, I gave my sleeping beauty a sweet kiss
    Trying to grab more of what I would soon so dearly miss.
    For I could not bear to bring into your sweet life my pains
    Or darkness of the dreams emerging from my past stains!

    For you see, long ago, for another beauty I once shot a man
    I was so crazy in love and thought that was a great plan.
    Then our night, soft kisses restored, your gentle touch fired me up
    I found my saving paradise, complete with its full golden cup!

    How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
    When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

    Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
    Date:10/30/2017

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 10-30-2017 at 10:16 AM.
    My father- "Take pride in who you are and where you came from. Life is hard, often fighting is the only option!"
    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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    Contemplating How We Both Have Walked This Long Road

    Decay of mortal flesh, essence of earthly woes
    As Time and Fate both deliver their greatest blows
    Yet man, yet man can ignore both if so blessed
    Relieved of his dark guilt if he has so confessed.

    What fruit will not some day fall from its burdened tree
    What heartache in life, can not find and touch thee
    Can thy blinded spirit withstand, Fate's darkest hand
    If thy loving house be built upon shifting sand?

    When morn's new light fails to inspire thy mortal soul
    Can thy decaying flesh withstand such heavy toll
    As death beckons, will thee welcome its sad embrace
    Or in greatest of fears, far away try to race?

    Once lain under six feet of freshly shoveled ground
    Thee can not plead nor utter pleading words profound!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-19-2017
    Dark Rhyme in Twelves..

    Note--
    What happened when my vanishing muse decides to return?
    She castigated me and threatened to forever spurn
    Such a poet that would write only in sweet and romantic words
    A toothless wolf, chasing after sad vanishing herds
    So the demand came, write this dark and sign thy name
    Or forever I abandon you and this word game!
    Contemplating how we both have walked this long road
    I yielded, in moment of weakness, my soul sold!

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    My father- "Take pride in who you are and where you came from. Life is hard, often fighting is the only option!"
    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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    Death Came Too Soon And Left It's Heavy Chains

    For seventeen years he held back the tears,
    Those gushing streams that so begged release.
    Deep in his sad soul where greatest of fears,
    darkness forever more, giving no peace.

    Between Heaven and Hell, time spent in pain,
    In silence heard darkness, seen, its great force.
    Imprisoned grief, what but anger remains,
    what but more pain could bring saving remorse?

    As midnight stars had all their beauty lost,
    Their lights dimmed and cast pale shadows below.
    When even moonlit dreams came at high cost,
    He saw only blackness in the white snow!

    Death came too soon and left it's heavy chains,
    There was much more in its tormenting wake.
    Crops sown had yielded only dark stains
    Should he chose to love again, he would break!

    Each year, thoughts came, when will this black trek end,
    Could true light and hope ever be returned.
    Tho' he was stricken thus, he still had friends
    Not all his friends had he foolishly spurned.

    Then one day, bright Light and loud Thunder spoke,
    They came by way of words from a dear friend.
    Saying, you are blind and this is no joke
    Arise! Step out of that pit, this will end.

    Your first step, will epic darkness destroy
    Second step, lost heart will be repaired.
    Third step, will bring back life and its deep joy
    For fear and pain, had thy lost soul ensnared.

    R. J. Lindley
    AUGUST 12TH 1987

    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 280
    Total # Words: 230
    My father- "Take pride in who you are and where you came from. Life is hard, often fighting is the only option!"
    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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    This collaboration with my friend Brenda Chiri was selected as Poem Of The Day this morn at our poetry site....
    I was very lucky to have such a talented writing partner, and truly enjoyed creating this piece with her.-Tyr

    Darling, Let This Be Our Sweet Heaven On Earth
    In collaboration with Brenda Chiri


    You came to me, that beautiful night in June,
    Band was playing wondrous, lovely new tune.
    Yes my love, I saw you with love in your eyes
    And your stars shown bright in Heavenly skies!

    With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
    Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

    That moment, both earth and time seemed to stop
    Room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
    When you smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat,
    I had surrendered, no cause to retreat!

    With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
    Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

    Now blessed years have raced and thus away flown
    In our sweet union, our pure love has grown.
    Come to me, this night at our hidden place,
    Let me kiss red lips and all your pretty face!

    With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
    Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

    There I shall wait, heart pounding, rose in my hand
    we will dance, love's sweet music, no earthly band.
    Darling, let this be our sweet Heaven on earth,
    promise you my all, all I am ever worth!

    With world that wonderful, full moon that bright
    Prayed I, of our pure love, we never lose sight.

    You ask me to me meet you on this warm June eve,
    Band playing beautiful notes that, seemed to weave!
    Your love is all I need, in life or require,
    Thoughts of you seems, to set me on fire.

    Stars seen,as if for the first time ever,
    In the cosmos, our love is forever together

    At the dance floor, the people seemed to part,
    Reveals you darling, as a sculpture of fine art!
    Chills run through me, as your smile I do see
    Brilliance of it, my salvation set me free.

    Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
    In the cosmos, our love is forever together

    Towards you I stroll,as I flash you my grin,
    You take my, hand we hear heaven's violin.
    All those years together, still you I do adore,
    Simple things in life, you entice to be more.

    Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
    In the cosmos, our love is forever together

    Life made worth living, in your arms so tight,
    Your love takes my darkness, showing it light.
    Our passion still burns brightly, giving birth
    To our own piece, of sweet heaven, here on earth

    Stars seen, as if for the first time ever
    In the cosmos, our love is forever together

    12-03-2017
    Robert J. Lindley in Collaboration with my friend, Brenda Chiri

    Note- Thank you my friend for the pleasure of writing and discussing with you poetry and life. Always a pleasure to compose with you and see your talent shine forth.. I have been so very blessed to have such extremely kind and talented collaboration partners since joining this site. Each and every one of them has shown such great talent, kindness and creativity.
    I've learned from each and every one of them and am very thankful.
    My father- "Take pride in who you are and where you came from. Life is hard, often fighting is the only option!"
    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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    The Old Man Wrote

    The old man was sick yet vowed to fight on
    for oft there was steel in his blood and more.
    Words used, they oft showed aches in his bones
    they revealed hellfire defiance in his core.

    When dawn hit and his life saw little joy
    he sought solace in past years and their gifts.
    Hardships had served to make a man from a boy
    and his father's principles, his life uplifts.

    Now when times, say they are close to the end
    he shrugs and says-- I know, yet shall fight on.
    I am a mighty oak and thus refuse to bend
    and you shall only hear my angry tone.

    With all said, he smiled, laying pen aside
    the good and bad, life had been a helluva ride!

    Robert J. Lindley, 12-08-2017


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

    ADDED TODAY, 12-14-2017



    The Tired Old Man And His Sweet Christmas Dream

    Christmas was great back then,
    even a child knew that was true
    old man paused remembering when
    that barefoot kid got his new shoes.

    They had good times on that farm
    having each other and mom's love
    work each day after clock's early alarm
    thanked their blessings and God above.

    Smiling happily he saw,
    sister had got her secondhand dress
    and baby brother his nickel toy
    thy had more when they had less.

    Christmas and family had love,
    tho' hard, love made up for sad aches
    and mother being angel that she was
    her now gone, greatest of heartbreaks.

    Snow had blanketed the ground,
    he danced in it in his new shoes
    sister danced, her blue dress flew around
    gone then were his old and sad blues.

    Smiling happily he saw,
    sister had got her secondhand dress
    and baby brother his nickel toy
    thy had more when they had less.

    O' how decades have flown by,
    Christmas no longer shines bright
    he thought, I am too old to cry
    yet cry he did that very night.

    Dawn stepped forth with a glow,
    a white Christmas morn had came
    waking to that glimmering show
    nothing would ever be the same.

    Smiling happily he saw,
    sister had got her secondhand dress
    and baby brother his nickel toy
    thy had more when they had less.

    There in his bedroom, his family stood
    each had a Christmas morn gift
    he wondered, but how, how could
    they be here to my soul uplift?

    All had passed on, he alone had stayed
    so how could this sweet vision be
    had his sorrow this dream made
    could this be his future he see?

    Then a voice said, come with us Jim,
    you have tarried here far too long
    We are to take you on now, to him
    leave that cold-bed, come right along.

    Smiling happily he saw,
    sister had got her secondhand dress
    and baby brother his nickel toy
    thy had more when they had less.

    R.J. Lindley
    December 28th, 1989


    Note: Written the Christmas, one year and five days after my daughter's birth.
    When we truly had more and we were truly blessed...

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 12-14-2017 at 09:23 AM.
    My father- "Take pride in who you are and where you came from. Life is hard, often fighting is the only option!"
    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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