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    Beauty So Dearly Missed

    small lake, calm waters
    soft sunshine, glistening sheen
    desk, chair, no window

    Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2018
    Haiku,(What We Miss In Our Concrete Towers
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    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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    I decided to write a Haiku this morning and this memory popped into my head after reading ABOUT JIM AND NIGHTTRAIN'S ADVENTURES IN THE GREAT NORTHERN ICE WILDERNESS.
    I am no fan of the cold , so sunshine popped into my head and this memory from back in 1979.
    Some credit goes to Jim And NightTrain -- FOR THIS CREATION AS READING ABOUT THEIR RECENT GET TOGETHER CAUSED ME TO THINK OF A GET TOGETHER I HAD BACK IN 1979,ALMOST FORTY YEARS AGO.--TYR
    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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    What The Farmer Truly Lives For

    I
    Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
    devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
    Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
    as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
    releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

    II
    From his feather bed and cozy farm home
    he rises, work to do no time to roam.
    As coffee percolates, plans each hour,
    jumping into morn's steaming hot shower
    thankful God gave him life and this power!

    III
    In begging fields he works to life uplift
    with mind, muscle and brawn a blessed gift.
    Ever mindful of duty, its high cost,
    great sacrifices, harvests he lost
    due to Nature's wrath and its killing frosts.

    IV
    As sun sets, he looks up at the blue skies
    thanks his Lord for all, with tears in his eyes.
    To home and hearth, those he truly lives for,
    again giving thanks, asking for no more
    he knows life is love,and Heaven keeps score!

    V
    Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
    devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
    Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
    as from nights cold, Nature gives it quick shakes
    releasing powers, from its nighttime breaks.

    R.J. Lindley,
    June 11th, 1978
    Rhyme, Tribute to farmers and farm families -( A Farmer's Long Day)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-16-2018 at 10:53 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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    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
    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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    How He Once Fought Under Light Of The Full Moon


    Brightest full moon nights, he climbed the high ridge to shout
    Darkness abated, enough light to see the path.
    In waving glow, shouted curses to spit it out
    Challenging demons waging his lost lover's wrath.

    Had he not fled, into deepest and darkest woods
    With broken sword, split shield and sad, torn heart as well.
    Yet without fail, soon came shadows wearing black hoods
    Bringing her dark poison arrows shot straight from hell.

    O' that her heart had not itself been very black
    Love could have overcame her other wicked deeds.
    Those traps she set, deep pits along the hidden track
    Memories of her slashing until his heart bleeds.

    At a stalemate, in his battle with hooded foes
    With his last ounce of courage, he bravely fought on.
    As his gleaming light of defiance grows and grows
    Nature hears and sees such his true character shown.

    Then with last defensive punch Nature's help he sought
    Rushing in to rescue him came the grey wolf pack.
    With howls of victory, that Nature's friends had brought
    He knelt and there prayed to get his life back on track.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Aug 27th, 1978
    Rhyme, ( Dark Dreams and Torn Heart)


    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
    Total # Syllables: 240
    Total # Words: 186
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-31-2018 at 10:01 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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    Tired Heart, Old Soul, Sad Spirit And A Hopeful Light

    Tired Heart said to rest, but muse cried," you must write on
    forget your worries, fire up your angry tone".
    Ah, but my soul cried, "listen not to the mad muse,
    poetry is a gift one you must not misuse".

    Old Soul was awakened by this rip-roaring den
    bellowed out," remember I am thy only friend".
    Hold on cried intellect, "do not this brain abuse
    for I control his words and tis I that will choose".

    Sad Spirit then spoke words that gave revelation,
    "remind thy muse poetry is thy salvation.
    And tell biased Old Soul, Tired Heart has many friends
    that follow in thy journey around hidden bends".

    Then Tired heart spoke again said, '' to me be thee true,
    for our joining that holds together all of you.
    Go rest under shade tree and dreaming thy best dreams
    for Heart has your back and Hopeful Light fills thy beams".

    Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2018
    Rhyme, (A Look Within)


    Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 192
    Total # Words: 150
    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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