in process must save afraid may lose it
The Dark Curse, The Monster and His Act Of Vengeance Averted
He killed a loud squirrel, hungry hawk and silent mouse
Tossed them in a black bag along with six dead toads
By midnight moon took all to the old sorcerer's house
Hidden deep in oak grove at the junction of three roads.
Anticipating that terrible curse he vowed to have laid
As good measure he had managed to get a demon's horn
The sorcerer demanded such strange things to be paid
As the down payment before his evil curse was to be born.
Caring not at all for what he demanded he buy or steal
He filled with hate, would have a Halloween blood bath
Only pain and blackened hate could his heart now feel
He glorified in this dark curse that would satisfy his wrath.
Deed done, he silently and slowing walked in his glee
Mouth watering when he thought of her great coming pain
Suddenly springing from behind a massive black oak tree
A dark creature fed by his hate and evil accursed stain.
Sudden intense fear, shook him to his sad and black core
Why was this cursed creature now growling and eying him
Had not the sorcerer given the monster its dark chore
Or was this monster's mind and eyesight truly that dim?
Quick as a flash he drew his trusty razor sharp blade
Now sensing the coming attack was mere seconds away
He realized the double crossing deal sorcerer had made
For it came to him, that the monster was about to be paid!
Too late to talk, he screamed, come on you damn demon spawn
I have blood in my eyes, and yes, I sold your damn horn
You'll lie stone dead upon the ground before light of dawn
I swear by the hair on my head and life of my first born!
Only then did the massive dark monster laugh and speak
Saying,"you made your damn deal but I made mine much better"
I love most to cut up and then eat the helpless and weak
Your baby firstborn daughter,I was hungry,I already ate her!
Rage leaped into his head,his sword cut out a mighty slash
The monster in pain slashed with is long claws, as it withdrew
He knew his anger and red-hot hate had made him far too rash
As monster's fangs,yellow eyes, and wicked head then regrew.
Next he heard the sound of the old sorcerer's laugh there
The monster charged screaming in sorcerer's best cursing voice
Your dark heart and burning hate doomed you when in my lair
By the Dark Lord's black power you will now die for your choice!
And with that it lunged and snatched out his still beating heart
This was always his final payment for his cursing dark deeds
The hateful man and his first born 's death were on his evil chart
And such hatred always brought blood and death in its seeds!
Down in the dead man's village , a lone house filled in drying blood
All the monster had left was his daughter's small hands and toes
Then a wicked, dark rain brought down its deepest fast flowing flood
Washing away the darkness ,evil and hate thats how the story goes.
Robert J. Lindley , 09-22-2015
Note. -Written for my son, his early dark Halloween story as I promised this weekend.
Better tad late than never..
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Save, speed game. I won with 5.7 seconds left in the clock
Openings
Pirc Defense: Small Center Defense
1.e4 d6 2.d4 e6
66.3% White Wins
Not this time, I play black and won by checkmate... ...-Tyr
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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
(A Native American Food Source)
Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,
Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:
thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures survive on thy seeds
winter hoards feed many
fruit of thy life.
Regal and tall,
massive trunk, widespread limbs
O' sweet thy summer shade
Blessing to us all.
R. J. Lindley
November 11th , 1980
Note:
Indians 101: Acorns
Posted on September 7, 2011 by Ojibwa
Long before the arrival of the first Europeans, California was the home to an extremely diverse variety of Indian cultures. The California culture area has the widest variety of native languages, ecological settings, and house types of any North American culture area.
One of the mainstays of the diet for the region was the acorn which was used in soup, porridge, and bread. Sixteen different species of oak provided the acorns. Because of the nutrition provided by acorns, the Native American people in California did not develop agriculture. Acorns contributed to the fact that California peoples did not experience annual famine months or develop traditions or legends dealing with famine. It is estimated that among one tribe, the Yokut, a typical family consumed 1,000 to 2,000 pounds of acorns each year.
While many of the early non-Indians in California noticed that the acorn oaks which were so important to many of the California Indian nations tended to grow in regular rows, they did not understand that these trees had been planted as orchards by the Indians.
There are a number of steps involved in gathering and processing the acorns. They are gathered in September and October. Traditionally, the people gathered the acorns by climbing the tree and then beating off the nuts with a long slender pole. The acorns which are collected have white bottoms and no insect holes. The acorns are then dried in their shells, a process which takes anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. During this time, the acorns are stirred to increase air circulation and encourage drying.
Once dry, the acorns are cracked to remove the nutmeat. This was traditionally done with a small, handheld stone pestle. The acorns are then ground or pounded into acorn flour. The flour is pounded as fine as possible. Once the acorns are ground into flour, it is then leached. Acorns contain tannic acid which is very bitter and which is poisonous in large amounts. The leaching process removes the tannic acid from the acorn flour. The leaching was traditionally done by digging a shallow sand pit near a creek. The flour was then carefully spread in the bottom of the pit and water was continuously poured over it until it was sweet. It would take several hours of pouring to leach the flour.
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A NEW COLLABORATION WITH MY GOOD FRIEND TEPPO .
REMAINS, THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN
The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.
The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.
In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost,
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost
human frailties blind truth's revelations.
Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.
14th March, 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
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HE WAS A TIRED, OLD AND LONELY OLD MAN
AT STREET CORNER, GUITAR AND OLD WASH PAN
GREAT JOY AND MANY CAME TO WATCH HIM PLAY
WHAT A FINE MUSICIAN THEY ALL WOULD SAY
always his beloved dog lay at his feet
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July 11th-- first part new collaboration with Keith
first half--
For Thy Hand, This Romantic Letter Sent
Always this, your dainty hand was my goal
depths in swooning heart never before known
Fair maiden, thy charms tempts desirous soul,
hot a tempest as has ever been blown.
Nightly, soft-dreams, your sweet touch to please
Mind's eye, passion such plunder never gained;
My enchantress, mermaid from bluest seas
Thy honor I would never dare to stain.
In our paradise, only your love speaks
Your soft touch gifts infinite pleasure
Your blue, blue eyes rose color of your cheeks,
Your every love-word a golden treasure.
Love-vows, hoping for this reality
that you bid me, as moon does surging tide
to find thee, embrace romance's clarity
with love and brightest future on our side.
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new collab-- With Edward
Where Hanging Weeping Willows Grow
That stream where weeping willows grow
beyond the valleys and the hills.
She puts on a cool-summer show
before Winter's first cold chills.
Beneath beaming moon, on she flows
its falling rays dancing in tune.
Its banks, weeping willows hang low
majestic sight in month of June.
-needs 8 verses in rhyme -8 syllables per verse
to bring conclusion--
However if you want to write 12 verses as the conclusion please do so.
Send me your verses when completed and then we can decide when to post , after any other discussions on content or editing-if needed. ok?
Thanks..
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My Heart Beseeches An Answer
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 upon 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!
THE ABOVE FINE POEM, Written by Brenda Chiri-- a possible collaboration start in which I write the man's reply..
AWAITING HER REPLY NOW... ROBERT
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My Heart Beseeches An Answer
(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 upon 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!
My Heart Beseeches An Answer
(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, romantic kisses, 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!
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..
First draft --10-26-2017
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November 7-2017
Darling, Let This Be Our Sweet Heaven On Earth
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.
FIRST DRAFT, FIRST OPENING HALF OF SECOND COLLABORATION WITH BRENDA CHIRI
Syllables Per Line:
0 11 10 11 11 0 10 11 0 10 11 10 10 0 10 11
0 11 10 10 11 0 10 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 10 11
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Total # Words: 217
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O' That New Desire, Wouldst Be Welcoming Flame
(Part One), (The Agony of Not Knowing If Forgiven)
When the night sky begs you to come away
pleading night-winds say, yes, we will fly far
into paradise just above the fray,
flee with us, into starlit skies so blue!
O' that new desire, wouldst be welcoming flame
This sad heart wouldst and could forget her name!
Softest whispers to sad and wanting soul
treasures offered to a hard beaten man
yet fleeing this world never was my goal,
oft hiding away tis not a good plan!
O' that new desire, wouldst be welcoming flame
This sad heart wouldst and could forget her name!
In such a sad state what else could I do
life and love had previously let me down
I sought a deep romance, true and anew,
no longer a fool, her defeated clown!
O' that new desire, wouldst be welcoming flame
This sad heart wouldst and could forget her name!
In this miserable soul hope yet remains
small spark burns, wanting her gentle touch still
Tho' my sins caused her unforgivable pains
I cried out, begged I, not pay that full bill!
O' that new desire, wouldst be welcoming flame
This sad heart wouldst and could forget her name!
Sunday, her promised answer will arrive
will this lonely and lost-heart find relief
Such a great gift would prove I am alive,
free this tortured soul from its epic grief!
Robert J. Lindley, 11/12/2017
Syllables Per Line:
0 10 10 10 11 0 11 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 10
0 10 11 10 10 0 11 10 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 10
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Total # Syllables: 290
Total # Words: 224
First draft, First half collaboration
Part two- Her answer-her decision.
This may be for Maureen, as I forgot our collab was to be a dark one.
If she agrees to switch to this then one about romance, we do this one..-Tyr
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New offer to collaborate SilentOne
Old Man's Promise To See And Hold Her Yet Again
(PART ONE)
He was now an old man but he could get around
No youthful spring in his gate but life was still there
Each morn he walked to the park saw the same grounds
With the same thought, would he soon see his lover fair
He knew some twenty years now, she has been passed on
Yet in heart of hearts he knew again he would see
Her blues eyes and smile that said, you are not alone
Her standing under their favorite white oak tree
Morn was different, shadows danced in his way
He was tired before he sat in the last park chair
Something strange, no small squirrels waited there to play
And then came a gloom that that smelled of dark despair
He saw a tall figure waiting, all dressed in black
Heard evil winds blow and saw that sinister grin
Now it was too late, for him there was no way back
There stood the hellish beast that brought death to all men
With stoic courage, he asked if his time had come
Reply came, yes thy mortal flesh will be no more
I grant one request, perhaps a shot of red-rum
Soon thy spirit shall arrive on another shore
The old man thought and remembered his promise made
How time had came, to see his beloved again
Beneath that white oak and kiss her in its cool shade
In a flash, there she came, back to the land of men
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 242
Part Two-(Old man and his beloved wife are reunited briefly)
Written in three, eight verse stanza's,twelve syllable verses.
My friend, do you care to collaborate and finish this poem.. ?
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New collaboration, from my blog offer, first one of 4 that has been completed.. Tyr
You Foolishly Once Thought You Had It Bad
When tons of dooming nights fall on your head
And hot embers burn fires unabated.
You remember her loss, wish you were dead
and in that sad moment feel castrated.
From the heavens, a voice booms out dire threats
about losses and breakfasts with no eggs.
Fumbling about, looking to hedge your bets
you drink your last coffee down to burnt dregs.
Waking to you find, dawn's hard hammer hits
and last night burns remind you of this life.
You stumble forth, looking up from Hell's pits
recalling why you now have lost your wife.
Your clock mouths off vulgar curses at you
the house commands that you leave very soon.
You recall this ancient, wicked dream too
as night falls with its accursed bright moon.
You dream, hungry tiger eats your new boots
your house is perched atop two joining trees.
A hunter fires, not the tiger he shoots
your second wife cuts you off at the knees.
You wake up, a throbbing headache ensues,
You gasp for air, there's more trouble ahead
Swimming in murky seas so full of blues
You're deprived of the comfort of your bed?
You find yourself outside in swirling snow.
You hurry to a tavern where it's warm,
A bank manager, a friend long ago,
You transfer your money to tide the storm.
Get a small room, take alcohol to drink.
You concoct many plans, revenge to get.
You drown in whisky so you would not think
Afraid should she succeed, you'll be in debt.
You dream, the tiger prowls for your red blood.
You see the hussy entice your old friend
Your anger grows like a river in flood
You realize there is only one end.
You saw the rifle on the wall down stairs,
You take it and go out in fervent search
You are at a high point, now no one cares.
You find her, kill her, satisfy the urge.
Robert Lindley and Victor Buhagiar
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Summer's Memory Sings In The Seasons Of Life
A Collaboration in process....3-06-2018
(Double Sonnet)
PART ONE-
Love doth ever sing a summer's song,
a memory that sings in Autumn's years.
Forever in mine heart love doth belong,
ever love doth sing through mine joyful tears.
In the Spring of desire dance in mine arms,
through God's timeless sea in peace we shalt sing.
In love's embrace i shalt share thy love's charms,
thou art mine summer mine everything.
Through the winter's thrall memories embrace,
Love shalt ever sing a most peaceful song.
The glory of love doth shine in thy grace,
In the seasons of life joy doth belong
In the passion of life love is the song,
Through the seasons of life love doth belong.
PART TWO-
Seems now ages have past, Spring's new love hath flown
Tho' world's dark, oft troubles calm peaceful seas.
Not all loves always last, yet ours has grown,
For heart's truth opens doors with golden keys.
Summer's glows, brilliant lights, our love hath shone
Nights, when moon and stars kiss earth's open arms,
Thy sweetest voice once sang sad, all alone,
Before Fate sent me to embrace thy charms.
June's first day we became one, two hearts wed,
Thy love, thy beautiful life became mine.
Love bears delicious fruits if its well fed,
as it was, our hearts both firmly entwine.
Where love's deep dancing tunes so softly play,
Seasons of life doth race in love's relay.
"Summer's Memory Sings In The Seasons Of Life."
A Collaboration By,
Robert Lindley.
&
Vladislav Raven.
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in progress new poem.part two
Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
(Part Two of Three)
Fourth time edited---
Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?
The "old and useless", stood their rightly honored places
would journeying spirits find their defending grip,
souls weakened but with no dismay on their bright faces,
from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip?
Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed
and with fever pitch work to kill foundations of trust
with false values they think power is all they need,
vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must!
As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots
with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow
some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots,
others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow.
Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page
as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground,
furious, they write and tremble in aching rage
with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound.
Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the old and useless will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?
Fifth edit-
Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
(Part Two of Three)
Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?
The "old and useless", in rightly honored places
would journeying spirits find their defending grip,
souls weakened without dismay on their bright faces,
from whence came those packs of jackals to tear and rip?
Ah, but world's powers feed upon lust and deep greed
with fever pitch tries to kill foundations of trust
using false values think power is all they need,
vanquishing the "old and useless" becomes a must!
As new dawn emerges, up sprouts new and green shoots
with light absorbing leaves they sing loud as they glow
some are outraged, change to put on their stomping boots,
others joining that course, seeing how the winds blow.
Burnt midnight oil, ink splashes on receptive page
as poetic hearts and souls stand firm on solid ground,
furious, they write and tremble in aching rage
with shields held higher while knowing their cause is sound.
Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will meet their destined fate,
at Winter-child's hands, gun, itchy trigger fingers
and infantile minds that so dearly love to hate.
Ah, but the "old and useless" stood their sacred ground
with true honor, pride and its time tested displays,
where else can such gratuitous treasures be found
or joy and freedom be had in these weeping days?
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THIRD POEM--SECOND DRAFT
Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul
Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather is so fine and I am your friend
be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die
for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend.
Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade
and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies
for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made
within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries.
Spider hears wizened, infuriated owl's blasts
continues to spin deeper and deeper spun threads
Fly sails on as if a yacht with windblown full masts
trap now seen its former pals in their web spun beds.
Spider feverishly works, other flies are caught
so goes vicious cycle, dark webs eating their fill
for flying blind, their souls are easily thus bought
with time and darkness, their ink-heart blood slowly spills.
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6-04-2018
new collab with Susan
I that have seen such beauty, (7)
fallen beneath its gleam, (6)
rejected my life’s duty, (7)
to wade thus in its stream (6)
Saturating me in love (7)
bathe in moon’s reflection (6)
naught more for me to dream of (7)
drown me your affection (6)
With our true hearts united (7)
stare into love’s abyss (6)
night dreams felt unrequited (7)
are thus found with first kiss (6)
Passion's torch does scorch the sun (7)
red molten flow in veins (6)
as we two become as one (7)
unbridled, fallen reins (6)
Sacrosanct are our love nights (7)
life's sweet joy soars with you (6)
without your touch, nothings right (7)
next tryst now overdue (6)
?? our next tryst overdueI that have seen such beauty, (7)
Second round edit---
fallen beneath its gleam, (6)
rejected my life’s duty, (7)
to wade thus in its stream (6)
Saturating me in love (7)
bathe in moon’s reflection (6)
naught more for me to dream of (7)
drown me your affection (6)
With our true hearts united (7)
stare into love’s abyss (6)
night dreams felt unrequited (7)
are thus found with first kiss (6)
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun (7)
red molten flow in veins (6)
as we two become as one (7)
unbridled, fallen reins (6)
Sacrosanct are our love nights (7)
life’s sweet joys soar with you (6)
without your touch, nothing’s right (7)
next tryst now overdue (6)
Stoke my love and lustful sate (7)
lure me your siren song (6)
wooing whirlwind divine fate (7)
where pulse and pleasures throng (6)
I that have seen such beauty, (7)
fallen beneath its gleam, (6)
rejected my life’s duty, (7)
to wade thus in its stream (6)
Saturating me in love (7)
bathe in moon’s reflection (6)
naught more for me to dream of (7)
drown me your affection (6)
With our true hearts united (7)
stare into love’s abyss (6)
night dreams felt unrequited (7)
are thus found with first kiss (6)
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun (7)
red molten flow in veins (6)
as we two become as one (7)
unbridled, fallen reins (6)
Sacrosanct are our love nights (7)
life’s sweet joys soar with you (6)
without your touch, nothing’s right (7)
next tryst now overdue (6)
Stoke my love and lustful sate (7)
lure me your siren song (6)
wooing whirlwind divine fate (7)
where pulse and pleasures throng (6)
Shall we meet under moonlight (7) --first choice
join true hearts in one fire (6)
kiss in love's sweet depths all night (7)
meld into deep desires (6)
Shall we meet under moonlight (7)--second choice
join in fires of true hearts (6)
kiss in love's sweet depths all night (7)
praying we never part (6)
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Providence On Behalf Of Love
(tentative title)
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
POSSIBLE TITLES:
‘Providence’ (means God’s intervention in the universe)
‘Divine Intervention’ (a miracle or act of God that causes something good to happen)
‘Intervention In The Universe On Behalf Of Love’
‘Providence On Behalf Of Love’
My note--
How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me- our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so.
A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet
as my dear friend most assuredly is...
As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..
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Susan's note--
When my wonderfully talented friend Robert, found and presented his lovely poem fragment to me (the first stanza) and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘yes’! At the moment of reading his tender words I was inspired.. and honored and humbled by his generous and kindhearted offer. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me collaborate with Robert, my esteemed friend and a poet of such high caliber. Robert, you've made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
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