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    Cool Winds Fiercely Blow, I Feel Those Deep Cold Chills

    Under darkest shade of tallest red elm out back
    soundly shielded from glaring lights and old headstones
    Resting in shadows, mother's food in my backpack
    lost, so far away from damn ringing telephones.

    My ragged-torn heart sheds its blistering dead skins
    replacing with quiet and long reaching sweet dreams
    Agony, quenched fear of my many past dark sins
    the results of greedy and lustful blackened schemes.

    In lazy and long imaginary repose,
    soul's desires springing forth like a tiger on prey
    Shady elm, that my tired beckoning spirit chose
    sad, sad shame that you my friend, have nothing to say

    Under shades of white oaks on far away black hills
    cool winds fiercely blow, I feel those deep cold chills.

    Robert J. Lindley, 8-21-2016


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    New edited version, 8-21-2016
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 08-21-2016 at 11:03 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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    A True Friend's Offer

    Take a seat and rest you weary soul on my stage
    matters not your great troubles or age
    Cast off those shadows that chase you down
    swim in my sea, I'll not let you drown!

    Award me the gifts of your anger and grief
    size means nothing I can still bring relief
    With words of faith and very good cheer
    laced with conviction, tis' nothing to fear!

    Load me up with scandals, falsely laid upon you
    I can easily conquer a dozen or two
    So wrap them up, stop your fearful liven'
    they will be well received, that is a given!

    Why not agree to do what I now so plead
    I have blessings ready, that you so greatly need
    Look at it as a new start, means to a good end
    for are we not equally kind and very good friends!

    Robert J. Lindley. 06-01-2014

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

    Note-- True friendship is a treasure often far more valuable that rubies
    and gold!
    A blessed man is he that can say he truly has even just one
    great and true friend!
    Some are greatly blessed with more.

    Note-
    Edited, title change, several verses rewritten today, August 24th, 2016
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 08-24-2016 at 10:33 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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    One Tree Hill, Life Then Just A Thrill

    One tree hill, life then just a thrill
    so long before I dared to roam
    In youth Fate delivered no bill
    seas so calm , no dark raging foam

    When fleeting years had raced away
    time when joy ranked over the bad
    Springtime, we lived and dared to play
    long before bitter brought the sad

    One tree hill, now barren- alone
    winter gave its shadows and grief
    Cold so deep, down into the bone
    praying for Spring to bring relief

    Alone- life shows regretful pains
    Can Spring wash away such great stains?

    Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2016

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    Total # Words: 100


    Poem written this morn, inspired by the 8 syllable poem/sonnet written by my very good friend Peter Duggan .-Tyr

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    Olive Trees Of Gold


    The Olive trees are dressed in gold
    It’s morning time the day is cold
    The sun beams down upon these trees
    That dance upon fresh morning breeze

    It’s such a lovely sight to see
    These trees brim filled with mystery
    How they give to me such pleasure
    Dawn it is to me a treasure

    Azaleas in lovely pink
    They charm my eyes and make me think
    Of everything that’s beautiful
    Sweet mother nature has it all

    Enriched I am as I sit here
    Beneath a sky so blue, and clear

    5 August 2016

    Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 01:26 PM.
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 10-14-2016 at 03:06 PM.
    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.”
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    A bump, so I can remember to write new poems for this thread.
    I had completely forgotten about it!
    AND THAT VIDEO HERE OF THE GORGEOUS WOMAN WALKING THAT SO SEXY ON THE SIDEWALK!!
    A SUREFIRE WOWSER FOR SURE!-

    JUST SCROLL DOWN TO SEE,,,, -TYR
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    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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    Taking Steps In Your On Sweet Time

    To live, one must walk into the fire and burn
    just enough to burn old skin away.
    When born, this world must submit to our turn
    before it, our hide tries to slay.

    To survive, carry an ever growing big stick
    big enough to hit the vermin and stop.
    For defense and seeing is the great trick
    sweeping trash up before we mop!

    To enjoy, love deeper slow-dance tunes
    taking steps in your on sweet time.
    Just quick enough to see new moons
    and dance around a new dime!

    To reach old age, slow thee down a bit
    let the flying ball,catch the mitt!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
    Sonnet.
    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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    Decided to write again to present in this thread.....-Tyr


    Firing True Love Down As Raindrops In Love Showers


    What arrows does Love's Cupid shoot with his love-bow
    That so many cry, not needed for fun in bed
    What! No longer desired that sweet after-love glow
    Insanity, how came that to such empty heads?

    Surely darkness and rabid lust will be destroyed
    For romance must exist to inspire joy in Life
    How came such folly of being willing sex-toyed
    Instead of Love's sanctity, being man and wife!

    Nay! Romantic poets, of this blight would not approve
    Death of verse singing of deepest Love and truest Hearts
    This plague of rash, wretched acts we must now remove
    Before such thoughts consumes and rips Love's pairs apart!

    Will Cupid regain his deep romantic powers
    Firing true Love down as raindrops in Love showers

    Robert J. Lindley,
    2-18-2017
    Sonnet, Lin 12/12

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    Total # Words: 122
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    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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    Whisper Softly To Me Again As You Fade

    No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
    my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
    Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
    dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more rocks, I am wise and older
    I see pitch black upon your angel wings
    I need sweet companion just to hold her
    spirit that makes my soul feel as it sings

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more deep cuts, your knife is getting dull
    waves of blues eat deeper into my brain
    Holes you drilled into this tired sleeping skull
    birthed dark echoes with each sharp aching pain

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more stabs, wicked kind you do so well
    secrets we shared call out but I refuse
    Tender were kisses and sweeter your smell
    now darkness looms forth, one I did not choose

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more crying, sad cries for your sweet love
    now fire burns hot, in this living Hell
    Mercy arrived today, from far above
    told me, see her as dust in a dry well

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more shouts, soft words decorating you
    songs I wrote, in praise of our deep romance
    Foolish me, gave you much more than your due
    wrapped in love,so deep in a blind trance

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    No more stones, my dinner plate is too full
    my teeth broken on that hardened black heart
    Broke, heavy iron chain you loved to pull
    dead, tired old horse that dragged your evil cart

    Whisper softly to me again as you fade
    from this misery-meal your deceptions made

    Robert J. Lindley, 05-19-2015 (previous-1976)
    edited and re-titled today, 2-20-2017

    Note: Rewrite from memory of a poem my ex-wife burned decades ago.
    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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    Memories Of An Elegant Dancer


    She dances, her dance revolving around moonlight
    That soothing glow, that aching in love sight
    A tango(?), heavenly and rare beauty in play
    All eyes watching, her steps, in swishing sway.

    Never shall ever greater true treasure be found
    Movement in elegant grace, silent sound
    Far too brief her Summer in that majestic Hall
    Left behind, Love in each echoing call.

    Alas! What dark treachery voids this dearest dream
    Cool breeze and softest steps from her slow spins
    Pray we, restore lost sight of her dancing mid-stream
    With promised paradise that never ends.

    She dances, her dance revolving around moonlight
    That soothing glow, that aching in love sight
    A tango(?), heavenly and rare beauty in play
    All eyes watching, her steps, in swishing sway.

    Robert J. Lindley

    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.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by LongTermGuy View Post
    Tyr...had to add an Image to the great poem...hope you dont mind...

    "I love the way she wiggles when she walks

    her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
    She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
    together in bed on cold winter nights."
    .... Wow !!
    Socialism is a reputability deficiency disease ...

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    When A Poet Falls Deep And Writes No More

    I findeth no voice to cry,
    roar comes from lost sheep all a'bleeting.
    O' that my live-soul shall die,
    my wiles are all so self-defeating.

    I painteth not with true dye,
    bold colors are now all a'bleeding
    O' that I could soar blue sky,
    earth renew, by poetic weeding.

    I holdeth no golden pen,
    dreams break apart in sleep a'snoring.
    Lost in this dark world of men,
    love vacated, aching, life-boring.

    Echoes chills, this heart tis a'needing.
    Voice gone, Hope needs a'feeding.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-15-2017
    Sonnet (7979)


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    Total # Syllables: 112
    Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
    Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
    afeeding (3), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
    Total # Words: 82
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    Once On A Festive, Golden Afternoon

    Once on a festive, golden afternoon,
    Trailing slow through forests primeval green;
    Setting sun was low, eager to leave soon,
    Its orange rays giving radiant sheen;
    Images coming of stars and forested nights
    Moonbeams bouncing into beautiful glow;
    Such majestic earthen natural sights,
    Nature preening up with its nighttime show
    Yellow-eyed owls to call with hoot, hoot hoot,
    Wildcats gliding through foliage unseen;
    Quietly clomping forth in hiking boots,
    Admiring shadowed beauty, Nature's screen
    Heart felt glee in future imagined moon
    Hiking forth festive, golden afternoon.

    Robert Lindley,

    Sonnet, (Forest and Nature's beauty A'calling)
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    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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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Taking Steps In Your On Sweet Time

    To live, one must walk into the fire and burn
    just enough to burn old skin away.
    When born, this world must submit to our turn
    before it, our hide tries to slay.

    To survive, carry an ever growing big stick
    big enough to hit the vermin and stop.
    For defense and seeing is the great trick
    sweeping trash up before we mop!

    To enjoy, love deeper slow-dance tunes
    taking steps in your on sweet time.
    Just quick enough to see new moons
    and dance around a new dime!

    To reach old age, slow thee down a bit
    let the flying ball,catch the mitt!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2017
    Sonnet.
    Excellent poem, Robert
    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    You may not be interested in war, but war may be interested in you - Leon Trotsky
    It's not how you start, it's how you finish.

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    I decided to actually write a poem today and not be lazy about it..
    Took me ten times longer than usual but this came forth..
    Hope you may enjoy and know its message is truth....


    SUBJECT, When fear begets silence a great and evil calamity is insured....--Tyr


    When Silence And Indifference Hold Sway

    When they came for the snake to take away
    I gaily approved, had nothing to say.
    Next the frog, croaking after bright sun sets
    Again my cold-silence hedged all my bets.
    Turtle taken hiding in his hard shell
    Again I foolishly thought, what the hell!

    Then they grabbed the mouse hiding in the wall
    Still afraid, I heeded not courage's call.
    Early morn, they broke in, took my old cat
    Again, I voiced no words, silently sat.
    That night they came took my beloved dog
    Now one ray of light broke through that dense fog!

    They came yet again, chopped down every tree
    I knew the score, knew next it would be me.
    In horror, I found it was too damn late
    My cold silence had insured my sad Fate.
    I should have spoken when they took the snake
    I would pay, my honor I did forsake!

    Sun rose and I found all had been a dream
    Dark nightmare, about how evil men scheme.
    Still shaking as it had been all too real
    Terror found, when no way found to appeal.
    Message came, hold true to honor and love
    Stand not idle when evil starts to shove!

    Wisdom said beware, dark comes, not a dream
    Man's black-heart souls work together in teams.
    Best to know with courage, one may prevail
    Even against demons from pits of Hell.
    So gird thy loins and sharpen thy long spears
    Far better than dying in shame and tears!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-09-2017

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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    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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    Age Gracefully And Seed Many Fine Crops

    If embracing deep Hell sired vanities
    one walks gauntlets, paths of insanity,
    Hold false flattery to thy shallow vest
    thee only finds brimstone paths which to rest;
    Better to sear thy soul with truest of flames
    one never wins playing Lucifer's games.
    Sharpen blades and string thy best heavy bow
    with faith and courage do more than just show;
    Allow thy fruit to ripen sweet with time
    then family and love will be sublime,
    Age gracefully and seed many fine crops
    know that evil and darkness never stops.

    In sweetest fertile soil plant thy fruit trees
    be sweet to flowers, as flowers to bees.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-10-2017
    Sonnet,( On Life and Advice given to One and All)
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    Oft Bold The Thoughts, When Pen Strikes Paper

    Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
    even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
    Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
    or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

    Sought, shimmering pools of bright, clear waters
    even should bare feet stay perfectly dry.
    Honing in on what truly, truly matters
    with deep imagination, oft we learn to fly!

    With deft strokes, ink oft treasures display
    even should, the hiding muse wail.
    With emotions risen, word-spouts soon spray
    darkest secrets others fear, fear to tell!

    Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
    even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
    Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
    or to challenge poets tired and resting souls!

    Gold and white marble in great palaces rise
    even should the tale turn sad and tragic.
    With one stroke, ink opens up radiant skies
    and therein lies Art, poetry's golden magic!

    From grim and gray, ink oozes sweeter romance
    even should the poet decide one dies.
    What is life, if nothing was ever left to chance
    the one taken, when gazing into her eyes!

    Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
    even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
    Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
    or challenge lost poets, tired and resting souls!

    Waiting for beauty as in, "Venice, the Bridge of Sighs"
    even should sought after results not compare.
    Pen lingers, waiting for beauty of, rainbow skies
    or soul's desirous depths only true love can bear!

    With each new stroke, paper relishes the arrival
    even should, the splash reveal darker stains
    For creativity is the rich goal not mere survival
    and the feeling that lasting success attains!

    Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
    even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
    Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
    or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

    As ink paints and starry eyed love takes hold
    even should one decide its failure, all is lost.
    A great tragedy is born and thus many have sold
    for gold, tho' poet's heart pays weeping cost!

    On to the next stanza, pen cries to be set free
    even should, disaster strike the reluctant poet.
    Another ship waits for its long trip to black-ink seas
    in heart of hearts, poetry lives, if we but grow it!

    Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2017
    Rhyme, (Subject - Poets, Poetry and Life)

    Note-- I did spend much, much longer on this one that any other poem previously written in the last 6 months. Hope the reader may enjoy the read and the thoughts on Life, Love, Poetry, Imagination, Messages and Black Ink staining previously clean white pages..

    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!"
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