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    I do read your stuff, you're good, bro. I enjoy it.

    I might make an honest entry myself someday. I used to dabble in some poetry way back in the day.
    Thanks. Please do post your poetry here my friend. My favorite poetry form is sonnets but all forms I enjoy..-Tyr
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    Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn, Part Two, Mary Elizabeth Frye,
    Poet Dedication Series



    Note- syllable count poems three and four

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    Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

    (3.)
    Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn

    Do not my youthful life now mourn
    My lot was set day I was born
    I grew to be a healthy lad
    This evil world turned my soul bad
    Life's prison I walked alone
    My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.

    Yet time came that love cracked my shell
    Freeing me from my living hell
    As Light and Truth fought off the dark
    To please I tried to make my mark
    Alas! She demanded so much more
    Wanting Oceans and all their Shores.

    Soon I saw she was a deep trap
    My weakness her false love did tap
    Her claws razor sharp and dug in
    Her lies told me she was no friend
    I left on a hot July day
    From her darkness, far, far away.

    I lived only a decade more
    Heart healed from jagged hole she tore
    She found me on a cool June morn
    Convinced me, her heart too, was torn
    Passionate love, we made that night
    She killed me before dawn's first light!

    Do not my youthful life now mourn
    My lot was set day I was born
    I grew to be a healthy lad
    This evil world turned my soul bad
    Life's prison I walked alone
    My blood dark red, my heart hard stone.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2019
    Rhyme, ( Tale Of How Darkness Oft Deceives, Masquerading As Love And Light)
    dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poets dedication series.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

    NOTE :
    Mary Elizabeth Frye's most famous poem ( Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep)
    was about Death, Sorrows, Grief, Loneliness- brevity of human life, dark
    in this world. That poem has such an immense depth, level of sadness, truth,
    despair and emotion that rings so true to any reader that has been unfortunate
    enough to have experience any part of the darkness (Fate's awesome power)
    so pervasive in this unforgiving world with its never resting evil and agonizing
    grief/sorrows, such as so oft brought to those yet living.
    Links-
    (1.)
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    (2.)
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye

    Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

    (4.)
    Sometimes I Can Not Help But To Fall Down And Weep

    Her soul looks down at tombstone standing all alone
    her heart was far bigger than a blue Texas sky
    we had prayed to God, her death he would postpone
    when heaven denied, we dared not to ask why.

    Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
    fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
    stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
    her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.

    Sometimes I can not help but to fall down and weep
    releasing deep pain searing this sorrowing soul
    I know her image will appear in my sleep
    since her death, this sad heart has never been whole!

    Graveside sometimes, shadow passes at its head
    fleeting glimpse, reminding us our mother is dead
    stopping to pause, to recall her smiling face
    her sparkling brown eyes, kind heart so full of grace.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2019
    Alternating rhyme, repeated stanza,
    Our mother,(Now two years and three weeks gone)
    - this poem dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye
    famous poets dedication series


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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


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    (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

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    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
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    Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus


    Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
    Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
    poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus

    Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
    Total syllables: 168
    Total # Words: 110

    Note:
    1. Colossus*
    definition: Colossus - Wikipedia
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus
    Colossus, Colossos, or the plural Colossi, comes from the Ancient Greek κολοσσ?ς meaning a giant statue, and may refer to: ..

    2. Zeus*:
    Zeus - Wikipedia
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeus
    Zeus is the of sky, thunder, law, order, and eternal fire in ancient Greek religion, who rules as king of the gods of Mount Olympus.
    His name is cognate with the ...
    Siblings‎: ‎Hestia‎, ‎Hades‎, ‎Hera‎, ‎Poseidon‎, ‎Dem... Parents‎: ‎Cronus‎ and ‎Rhea
    Symbol‎: ‎Thunderbolt‎, ‎eagle‎, ‎bull‎, and ‎oak Roman equivalent‎: ‎Jupiter

    3. Vincenzo de’ Rossi*
    https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincenzo_de%27_Rossi
    Vincenzo de 'Rossi , also called Vincenzo Rossi from Fiesole ( Fiesole , 1525 - Florence , 1587 ), was an Italian sculptor .
    He began his career following Baccio Bandinelli , around 1534 . In 1546 , considering his apprenticeship concluded, he moved to Rome,
    where he received his first individual commission in 1547 for a statue of Young Christ with Saint Joseph , placed in a chapel of
    the Pantheon , commissioned by the Accademia dei Virtuosi al Pantheon , a society of artists similar to the Academy of San Luca.

    4. Cosimo I de’ Medici's*
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosimo_de%27_Medici
    Cosimo di Giovanni de' Medici, called "the Elder" (Italian: il Vecchio) and posthumously "Father of the Fatherland"
    (Latin: pater patriae) (27 September 1389 – 1 August 1464), was an Italian banker and politician, the first member
    of the Medici political dynasty that served as de facto rulers of Florence during much of the Italian Renaissance.
    Despite his influence, his power was not absolute; Florence's legislative councils at times resisted his proposals
    throughout his life, and he was always viewed as primus inter pares ("first among equals") rather than an autocrat.[1]
    His power derived from his wealth as a banker, and he was a great patron of learning, the arts and architecture.[2]
    5. Bargello Palace*
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bargello
    The Bargello, also known as the Palazzo del Bargello, Museo Nazionale del Bargello, or Palazzo del Popolo
    (Palace of the People), is a former barracks and prison, now an art museum, in Florence, Italy.
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    Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
    ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus


    Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
    Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
    He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
    Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
    Carved stone, by sculptor Vincenzo de’ Rossi hand
    Paid for by Cosimo I de’ Medici's gold
    A Titan born into brave heart of Grecian lands
    His tales endure and will forever be told
    Image of his labors, Bargello Palace once held
    When bravest of heroes were admired and lauded
    Strong and powerful were dark monsters his hands felled
    As true Greek warriors sang of and applauded.
    Mythical hero representing Greek freedom
    A giant, famous pride of ancient Greek kingdom.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2019
    Sonnet, inspired by and honoring,
    poem titled, The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus


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    A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods,
    honoring tenth poet in my poet dedication series Frank Stanton


    Frank Lebby Stanton
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    Frank Lebby Stanton
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    Born February 22, 1857
    Charleston, South Carolina, United States
    Died January 7, 1927 (aged 69)
    Atlanta, Georgia
    Pen name Frank L. Stanton
    Frank Stanton
    F. L. Stanton
    Occupation Poet, lyricist, columnist
    Literary movement Early Southern Renaissance
    Notable works "Just Awearyin' for You"
    "Mighty Like a Rose"
    ""Morning"
    Frank Lebby Stanton (February 22, 1857 – January 7, 1927),[1]
    frequently credited as Frank L. Stanton, Frank Stanton or F. L. Stanton,
    was an American lyricist.
    He was also the initial columnist for the Atlanta Constitution and
    became the first poet laureate of the State of Georgia, a post to
    which he was appointed by Governor Clifford Walker in 1925 and which
    Stanton held until his death.[2]

    Eminence
    Stanton was born in Charleston, South Carolina, to Valentine Stanton
    (a printer, Confederate soldier, and farmer) and his wife
    Catherine Rebecca Parry Stanton, whose father owned a plantation on
    Kiawah Island. From early childhood he was influenced by the hymns of
    Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley and was reared in the Methodist Episcopal Church,
    South. After starting school in Savannah, Georgia, Frank Lebby Stanton found
    his education cut off by the American Civil War. At the age of 12 he became
    apprenticed to a printer, a position which allowed him to enter the
    newspaper business. In 1887 he met Leone Josey while he was working for the
    Smithville News; they married and, in 1888, moved to Rome, Georgia, where
    Frank Lebby Stanton had received an offer from John Temple Graves to serve
    as night editor for the Rome Tribune. With encouragement from Joel Chandler Harris,
    Stanton in 1889 switched to the Atlanta Constitution (where for a few months he
    worked for Henry W. Grady prior to Grady's death), and began to focus more on
    writing editorials and columns, a newspaper role which he filled from then until
    Stanton's death in 1927.[3] Stanton's writing became quite popular and
    assiduously read. His column News from Billville (later Up from Georgia) forms
    the basis for claims that he was even the prototype for American newspaper columnists.
    [4] Frank Lebby Stanton died, aged 69, in Atlanta, Georgia. He and Leone Josey Stanton
    were survived by their children—Marcelle Stanton Megahee and Frank Lebby Stanton Jr.[5]

    Stanton circa 1892
    Verse
    Frank Lebby Stanton's verse is marked by simplicity and charm as well as
    sentimentality which was then en vogue. His poems include a number which
    he wrote in dialect, a challenge for which he had special knack, such as
    "Mighty Lak a Rose" (which was set to music by Ethelbert Nevin [1862-1901]).
    The music for "A Plantation Ditty" (first line "De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top")
    by Stanton was composed by Sidney Homer.[6] Several of Stanton's ballads were
    set to music by Oley Speaks.[7] Possibly Stanton's most successful hit in
    popular music was his lyrics for the wildly selling 1901 parlor song
    "Awearyin' for You" for which Carrie Jacobs-Bond provided the familiar tune.
    [8] "Linger Not" and "Until God's Day" are two other songs on which
    tanton and Jacobs-Bond collaborated.[9]

    Productivity
    According to the Online Computer Library Center (OCLC), Stanton's writings
    include 171 items in 309 publications in 3 languages and 1,483 library holdings"
    (OCLC WorldCat hits).[10]


    Stanton's familiar poem of optimism and encouragement
    Collections of his work are listed by Connecticut State Library,
    [11] Valdosta State University,[12] University of Rochester
    (Eastman School of Music),[13] and Music Australia.[14]

    On many occasions, leading to his selection as poet laureate, Stanton
    was called on to furnish poetry for occasions of state, one of them being
    the opening of Atlanta's Cotton States and International Exposition (1895).
    [15] On 1916 February 23, the day after Stanton's 59th birthday, public schools
    throughout Georgia held commemorations of his achievements. Walker, in
    appointing Stanton Georgia's poet laureate, stated that no one had ever
    previously been appointed poet laureate of any southern state.[16]


    Stanton wrote the lyrics of "Just Awearyin' for You"
    and Carrie Jacobs-Bond the music.[17] In the first edition's frontispiece,
    credit to Stanton is missing. He was often remiss in protecting his work,
    and only after publication did Jacobs-Bond become aware of Stanton's authorship
    of what had been printed as an anonymous poem by a Chicago newspaper.[18]
    Stanton's name was added to the score, and Jacobs-Bond amicably began paying
    him a revenue stream which became his most lucrative source of royalties.[19]
    Legacy
    Stanton has been frequently compared with Indiana's James Whitcomb Riley or called
    "the James Whitcomb Riley of the South"; Stanton and Riley were close friends who
    frequently traded poetic ideas.[20] Although Stanton frequently wrote in the dialect
    of black southerners and poor whites, he was an opponent of the less-admirable aspects
    (such as lynching) of the culture in which he lived, and he tended to be compatible
    in philosophy with the southern progressivism of his employer, the Atlanta Constitution,
    for which he wrote editorials. These and other characteristics of Stanton are well
    elaborated in the scholarly essays on him by Francis J. Bosha[21] and Bruce M. Swain.[22]


    Multi-voice-ranges 1901 cover of Ethelbert Nevin's tune for "Mighty Lak' a Rose" for
    which Stanton wrote the lyrics. The dialect title means (approximately
    ) "very much like a rose" and is supposedly sung by a mother to her young son.
    The first line, by which the opus is occasionally known,
    is "Sweetest li'l feller" (sweetest little fellow).
    Shortly after his death Stanton was commemorated in the naming of the
    Frank Lebby Stanton Elementary School, which, after the redesignation
    of a street name for its eponym still unborn at the time of Stanton's death,
    is at 1625 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive in Atlanta.[23]

    Five items by Stanton appear in Edmund Clarence Stedman's American Anthology 1787-1900, published in 1900:[24]

    "One Country" (Stedman's Item 1286)
    "A Plantation Ditty" (Stedman's Item 1287)
    "The Graveyard Rabbit" (Stedman's Item 1288)
    "The Mocking-Bird" (Stedman's Item 1289)
    "A Little Way" (Stedman's Item 1290)
    One of Stanton's works most widely quoted during his lifetime was a quatrain
    titled "This World"; it is inscribed on his tombstone in Atlanta's Westview Cemetery:[25]

    This world we're a'livin' in
    Is mighty hard to beat.
    You get a thorn with every rose.
    But ain't the roses sweet?
    Musical settings of his poetry
    Stanton collaborated with African American composer Harry Thacker Burleigh in
    the sheet music for his poem "Jean" (Burleigh composed and harmonized the tune).
    [26] American composers of art songs such as Ethelbert Nevin and Carrie Jacobs Bond
    wrote songs to his verses; composer Oley Speaks also set at least four of his poems
    to music: "The Hills of Dawn", "In Maytime", "Morning",[27] and "When Mabel Sings".
    Joshua Emdon set his famous "Keep-A' Goin'!"

    ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

    A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods
    tenth poet, in my poet dedication series


    I saw the rolling river at first glance,
    its dancing, prancing waters all aglow
    Forest edge, such views were my new romance
    in their depths, fades away my childish tow.

    Over singing waters fish catchers fly
    Their colors blazing against bluest sky

    I saw spotted fawn as it came to drink,
    its soft coat glimmering in willing sun
    This and much more caused me to with joy think
    how Nature gives beauty and so much fun.

    Over singing waters fish catchers fly
    Their colors blazing against bluest sky

    I saw mockingbird, its tune a' stirring,
    its flight just above my head a true feast
    I next saw wildcat with kits a'purring
    a great showing for such wary, shy beast.

    Over singing waters fish catchers fly
    Their colors blazing against bluest sky

    I saw much more at wonderful day's pass,
    beauty of flowering meadows that sang
    I then was but a timid little lass
    that answered whenever Nature's call rang.

    Over singing waters fish catchers fly
    Their colors blazing against bluest sky

    Robert J. Lindley, 3-07- 2019
    Rhyme, ( Youth Seeing A Bit Of Nature's Wonders)
    Dedication poem, honoring Frank L. Stanton,
    my tenth poet honored in my famous poets dedication series.


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    Note: This my tenth poet chosen and honored in my
    famous poets dedication series honors the truly
    great poet, Frank L. Stanton. An amazing poet that
    sought to write for and to the common man yet was
    rightly given admiration, honor and fame in his
    lifetime and long career. I chose his poem titled,
    "The Mockingbird", to be used to inspire my dedication
    poem one that I borrowed a few of my own childhood
    memories to compose.

    The Mocking-Bird
    by Frank Lebby Stanton


    He did n’t know much music
    When first he come along;
    An’ all the birds went wonderin’
    Why he did n’t sing a song.

    They primped their feathers in the sun,
    An’ sung their sweetest notes;
    An’ music jest come on the run
    From all their purty throats!

    But still that bird was silent
    In summer time an’ fall;
    He jest set still an’ listened,
    An’ he would n’t sing at all!

    But one night when them songsters
    Was tired out an’ still,
    An’ the wind sighed down the valley
    An’ went creepin’ up the hill;

    When the stars was all a-tremble
    In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue,
    An’ the daisy in the darkness
    Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,—

    There come a sound o’ melody
    No mortal ever heard,
    An’ all the birds seemed singin’
    From the throat o’ one sweet bird!

    Then the other birds went Mayin’
    In a land too fur to call;
    Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’
    When one bird could sing fer all!
    poem by Frank Lebby Stanton

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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, 1-30-2019
    Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)

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    Arise, Let Heart Dance Unto The New Hour

    Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
    The raindrops become your morning shower
    Day calls for embracing its mysteries
    Seeing truth, to write your own history!

    Fill your cup with sweetest of tasty wine
    Upon the rising bread of life thus dine
    Walk out into this world both bold and brave
    Live love true, more than your own, you can save!

    Allow summer's cloak to heal any pains
    Wipe away hurting, the darkest of stains
    Seek to steer your path onto light and Love
    Open blind eyes to see heaven above!

    As red sun sets, rejoice in your great life
    Take note of the new vacancy of strife
    Embrace the gift of mercy and new lease
    Acknowledge your new journey, its release!

    Arise! Let heart dance unto the new hour
    The raindrops become your morning shower
    Day calls for embracing its mysteries
    Seeing truth, to write your own history!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2019
    Rhyme, ( Letting Dawn's Healing Rays Penetrate)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    Got up early and decided to do a bit of writing. The morning air a bit cool and the hot coffee gave me an urge to stop reading and write.
    First verse popped into my head and the race was on...
    Hope you may enjoy reading this look back, at both youth and life in general...--Tyr
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    Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
    Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)


    Note: I dreamed of my poetic idol, Edgar Allen Poe last night.
    Thus born from that interesting nightmare is this sad piece.
    I woke, composed the first stanza, laid back down and fell asleep
    And after waking, eating, continued this poem about half an hour ago.
    Satisfied it covers well most of my dream,
    (without embellishing or boring too much in length, I hope).

    I post without editing even a word of it. As my muse demands I stop
    altering her generous gifts. A poet must not fight too much with a
    kindhearted muse. Nor ignore dreams sent by a famous deceased idol, methinks.

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    A Voice Speaks From Its Dark And Lonely Tomb
    (Dedicated To Memory Of Edgar Allen Poe)


    Soon this form will waste away
    Underground in dying dark,-
    I can not see break of day,
    The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
    Sleep, its time dragging along
    Above, sun brightens the hours,
    Here silence is ruling song-
    There are no high, gold towers.

    Now hope seems a shallow cause
    Where spiders and earthworms crawl,-
    Darkness reigns its pregnant pause,
    Black sets eternal nightfall.
    Rain soaks down but touches not
    This casket sealed airtight
    Air is full of decaying rot-
    You would think a horrid sight.

    If only you held on more
    Tho' my rage slashed you deep,-
    My sharp claws into you tore
    While heartache wrecked your sleep.
    From this slumber I await
    Your end, its destined adieu
    To see if you deny Fate
    Avoid paying debts overdue.

    Soon this form will waste away
    Underground in dying dark,-
    I can not see break of day,
    The tomb here cold, its depths stark.
    Sleep, its time dragging along
    Above, sun brightens the hours,
    Here silence is ruling song-
    There are no high, gold towers.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-02-2019
    Rhyme, (Dark poetry in the flavor of Poe)

    Note: See above in note section..



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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    Comment:
    Robert Lindley
    Date: 4/2/2019 9:38:00 AM

    I hope you may enjoy this piece. Born from a dark dream but one in which fear
    was not a participating player. As Poe spoke along with the deceased lady and
    assured me this was just a lesson on Life and Fate. And a bit of advice on
    writing poetry that expresses something most fear, but truly shouldn't fear.
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    Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish

    Fear what more, love lost or imminent death
    life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath.
    Hold this thought, that life exists to live on
    and it has no more worth, once we are gone!
    Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
    living dances better young, than when old.

    Love not life too much, for joy holds no scales
    night invades the day, sunshine's gold thus pales.
    Measurable moments, mere gasps at large
    Fate holds its powers boldly while in charge!
    Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
    living dances better young, than when old.

    Cry not for wants, yet beg for blessings true
    nothing is better than, kindness in you
    Walk with humble steps, as world spins about
    no one alive, is going to get out!
    Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
    living dances better young, than when old.

    Wrestle your dreams, the ones you most cherish
    if allowed they run away to perish.
    Mold your chains, to keep them held true and fast
    they hold keys to loving that truly last!
    Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
    living dances better young, than when old.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2019
    Rhyme, ( Why Ones Dreams Should Be Held Captive )


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    O' Son Of Man, Can Love Live In Thy New Breath

    What lie'th in the shadows of festered minds
    Morbid thoughts of blood flowing and severed guts
    Plenitude of monsters, dark-beasts of all kinds
    Past savages that raped villages, burning huts.
    O' man! What art thou in thy barbaric heart,
    Crazed creature slaying those that only seek peace
    Ran amok, with only murder to impart
    Are evil, its epic pains thy true release?
    With pleasures seeing warm red-blood spilling forth
    Or weeping wails and moans of children near death
    Have thy hearts turn cold as blizzards of the North
    O' son of man, can love live in thy new breath?

    What lie'th in dark caverns of lustful greed?
    What wickedness fills thy soul and hateful needs?

    R.J. Lindley,
    November 22nd, 1979
    Sonnet, ( Darkness That Rests In Black- Caverns Of Evil Hearts )


    Note: Old poem from forty years ago, taken from private journal and given light of day.
    Today, I ask the same question- can mankind ever rid greed, its destruction, from its
    collective hearts and truly embrace love ?

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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    Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile

    Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
    let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
    If destined to outlive dear families and friends
    consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.

    Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
    for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
    follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks
    as manna gifted, behind heaven's golden gates.

    Upon streets welcoming with cheer and open arms
    walk each and every gentle step and dearest mile
    For only love exists there, never any harms
    upon each angelic face, rests a joyful smile.

    Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek.
    Follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks.

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    Sorry folks, I have been sidetracked a bit today..
    I had intended to post this new sonnet early this morn...-Tyr

    Passion May Gift Heart-Shots From Cupid's Bow

    When evening sky glows with a fiery red
    shadows of dusk creep into human view
    night may bring, inklings of its darker dread
    taps on gray door, with soft knocks two by two.

    As sun banishes brilliant waning glows
    silent moans come announcing eager dark
    Heaven shines its early night's starry toes
    hoot-owl wakes to hoot out, its calling mark.

    Soon Moon comes, signals with romantic lights
    as Nature sets forth its beautiful scenes
    Perfect for lovers tryst and wondrous sights
    in hiding, where nobody intervenes.

    Passion may gift heart-shots from cupid's bow.
    For such is life as humanity grows.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-09-2019
    Sonnet, ( When The Night Banishes Light Of The Day)


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    O' The Many Things Brighter Stars Have Seen

    O' the many things brighter stars have seen
    through the long ages of our hopes and regrets
    lives, loves, losses, and all the in between
    all of the all, humanity begets!

    O' the sights, lovers basking in moon light
    sweet memories that one may think divine
    under star-lite gaze, its Heavenly sight
    dearest kisses, signaling all is fine.

    O' the grace felt in soft, gentle night's breeze
    its healing power to heart touch and save
    begs romance that sings, blossoms into ease
    passion's truth, serenity's path it paves.

    O' that life would bring its happiness true
    With smallest of hope within me or you.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4- 23-2019
    Sonnet


    Note: This new sonnet born from first stanza comment made on
    my having read both Nina's blog titled, What Rhymes
    2: Cross-Border Disorder and then my immediate reading of
    M.L. Kiser's new poem, titled, "Stars Above".
    I got started writing and I simply could not stop.....
    Dedicated to you my friends , Nina Parmenter and M.L. Kiser
    because your words given and sweet verses inspired
    the creation of this piece.

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