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    Rose Colored Dawn's Gave Her Those Bright Smiles

    Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles
    her every move, was music that beguiles.
    Her name was Sarah Ann and this she knew
    life's good, love is greater, sky is soft blue.

    May fourth, she found me there, under oak tree
    then we both knew, in true love we would be.
    Time and sweet life flew forth, so very fast
    with both hearts praying this could always last.

    Alas! This ole world had other dark plans
    and of its evil winds we were not fans.
    Then came a monster took her life away
    car accident, she died that tragic day.

    Rose colored dawn's gave her those bright smiles
    her every move, was music that beguiles.

    R. J. Lindley,
    Sonnet, ( Great Treasure Lost)
    Sept 6th, 1979


    Old Note- Fate and its ill winds spare no man.

    New Note-- Fate and Time both work to destroy Life and Love....
    Yet we must see past that sad reality and enjoy life with those we love and the remaining days that we have..

    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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    Live, Love True, Write Poetry And Read It

    As we learn living from cradle to grave
    truth is, what we spend we can not save
    As we sing and dance sorrows oft appear
    sadly, too many are born of great fear.

    When we dream, our seeking souls are dancing
    whether about wealth or sweet romancing
    So dance and let 'er loose from time to time
    two nickels are no better than a dime.

    Caution, if you ride too hard and too fast
    quite likely neither you or horse will last
    Pace set, one that hears music and the band
    love, heart and patience your life will expand.

    Live, love true, write poetry and read it
    Joy's crop flourishes if you but seed it.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2018
    Sonnet, ( Hard Lesson, Learned Late)
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 04-30-2018 at 09:31 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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    Taking Only, Gems In My Hidden Store

    Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more
    Blindness decries, sadder life once danced.
    Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore
    With greater sight, and new spirit enhanced.

    Earthen vessels, shallow shells that expire
    Willing spirits, eager to walk blinded.
    Chosen mortals, chosen for their fire
    Leave behind ink, so some are reminded.

    Final sailing, one more week to explore
    Sweeter dream-nights, once gifting deeper life.
    Taking only, gems in my hidden store
    Golden thoughts of you waiting there my wife.

    Seven sunsets, this soul shall see no more.
    Into vapors, to walk that brighter shore.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Sonnet, ( Time And Vanishing Mists)
    Sept 19th, 1978
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    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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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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    Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry
    Written early this morn and after a restless night of dreams.
    Life oft beats on us (viciously), the measure of our worth is how defiantly we fight back, IMHO.
    I HAVE NEVER BEEN SHY ABOUT FIGHTING BACK-- AND ALSO EVEN IN WRITING BACK WITH WORDS TOO.
    When life finds you are winning--it reminds you that Time will give it the victory in the end-for death destroys our existence and we each must face that losing battle sooner or later.
    My muse insists that I oft write dark poetry- to remind me that my current blessings are only temporary.
    She is one cruel mistress but hey, perhaps it takes that to even get this stubborn ole mule to flinch! -- --Tyr


    Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry

    Poets, if they say they are alright are just lying
    for far too oft we write just to keep from crying.
    Crying in sorrow for this dark, red-bleeding world
    whose banner is tragedy, flying high, unfurled!

    And why not, are not our thoughts worthy to be read
    should we remain silent, ignore evil instead?
    Nay! Poetry also must send messages clear
    we write, bowing to no man and face our great fear!

    Last night, black-shadows woke me to torment my soul
    defeat my spirit, destroy poet's heart their goal!
    Nay! Such darkness shall never win, never succeed
    for ink fills my veins, I shall write until I bleed!

    Poets, we are far more than just blind, scampering mice
    Need one say much more or repeat this poem thrice?

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2018
    Sonnet, (Why We Write)



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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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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    An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads

    When youthful ardor flows like raging flood,
    temptation's ills are waiting in the blood.
    Even with painful lessons in the past,
    nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast!

    When Spring air brings out that deep mating call
    some think of love desires, nary its fall.
    Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock,
    like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block!

    The wise learn and control their emotions
    love is work and not some magic potion.
    Keep a level head and know love is real
    not a treasure one can barter or steal!

    When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin
    Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin'

    R.J. Lindley,
    June 3rd, 1996
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    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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    I Wanted To Write You A Poem, You Cried For A Song

    I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song
    I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong,
    Babe, your blessed life and love holds my eternal embrace
    Every night in living dreams, I see your beautiful face.

    All treasure in paradise, holds your brightest golden smile,
    I've tried every device to bring you back a little while,
    Know my dearest angel, these true words just may be my last
    Soon I will sail this sinking ship, while tied to its mainmast.

    I wait your reply, please forgive my not writing a song
    Remember dear, in our paradise again, we belong,
    Sweetheart, your kisses and loving touch, soon became my all
    That was before the great tragedy of our heavy fall.

    I wanted to write you a poem, you cried for a song.
    I say instead, in our paradise again, we belong.

    R. J. Lindley,
    Feb, 2nd, 1973

    Note- Deleted....
    Brought out from my private journal but the note was just too personal to present.

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    Written forty-five years ago. I was just 19 then and madly in love with her. Our breakup lasted two months, until she read this poem sent to her and
    moved back from Memphis the very next day.-Tyr


    Edit- I got bored, so I wrote this one this morn..-Tyr

    Annabel, Do You Gaze, From Time's Ancient Skies

    Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all
    Such as never before seen, on this earthen ball.
    With pain and insight, Master Poe over you wept
    Deepest in his broken heart, your love was there kept.

    Annabel, you inspired words that gifted us all
    With that blessing many have answered its great call.
    As Master Poe, we came to see and understand
    Life is not all rosy, sweet music from a band.

    Annabel, your image now burns in poet's brains
    Master Poe's love for you, tempers this world's dark stains.
    Yes, our ink now wets new pages, hopes for tomorrows
    As we read saddest words of Master Poe's sorrows.

    Annabel, for a goddess your were in disguise.
    Are you now looking at us, from Time's ancient skies?

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-19-2018
    Sonnet, (Twelves), (Tribute to Poe's Annabel Lee)


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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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    Slow Down Your Life Is Not A Damn Horse Race

    If you want to see in your old age, sunset glows
    find more peaceful calm days with far, far fewer foes,
    walk your own horse and stop all that damn mad-racing
    if you do not, your own joy you are displacing.

    In youth you fail to see future's greatest treasures
    can be harvested easily with softer measures,
    so lose the whip and slow down that sad silly pace
    else bitter tis the music you will one day face!

    Hold true this prospect, that tomorrow never waits,
    horses should spend more time in pastures that at gates,
    yes the riders benefits from those idle hours
    remember crops do not grow without rain showers!

    What good living longer, if life is not better
    give up that racing horse, buy an Irish Setter.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-2-2018
    Sonnet, ( Wise Words The Coolest Wind Once Blew)
    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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    I Linger Long, On That Bountiful Feast I Still Dine

    Moon's illuminations through dark window of sorrows
    cast moments of relief and "Hope for my tomorrows".
    Looking out, stars parade around truly wondrous scene
    stopping foulest of shadows sent, to sad soul demean.

    Back down to earth, into night forest seeking eyes gaze
    searching for deeper healing from "Nature's darkened maze".
    As moon's light gave rise to think, all is not a lost cause
    I thank heaven's beauty giving this comforting pause.

    Such peaceful silence next broken by a faint- Who, Who
    an owl has spoken, "Hold this gift now given to you".
    Heart skips a beat, knowing this is a heavenly sign
    waves of sweetest joy surge forth, "Saying all will be fine"!

    With hope for my tomorrows, saying all will be fine
    I linger long, on that bountiful feast I still dine.


    Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2018
    Sonnet, ( THIRTEEN ON THIRTEEN)


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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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    I wrote this poem today for a contest..-Tyr


    Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die

    I write verse, live in the moment and score the past
    oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast,
    yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page,
    some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage.

    Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear
    my course was set, but it was not always so clear,
    wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark,
    world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark.

    As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained
    inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained,
    life had given perspective and a renewed lease
    although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece.

    Just an old poet, holding on until I die
    poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why!

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
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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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    Written for contest....


    Can We Join Again, Seek Love's Promised Goal


    What awesome color was our love my dear
    glowing pink, vibrant blue or sultry red?
    Did we not love so fiercely without fear
    dance, laughing gaily without dreaded dread?

    Yes my love, I was a fool that was weak,
    in my greed, sought to have very much more.
    In darkness, lies came each time I would speak
    once I tread, black waters in hell's first shore!

    What now my love, is forgiveness a path
    or in your anger, hurt pride just more wrath?
    Does it matter, I overcame that dark
    finally faced all, live with this black mark?

    This note sent, written by a weeping soul.
    Can we dance again, seek love's promised goal?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2018
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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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