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    R. J. Lindley,
    Feb 2nd, 1973
    Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice...

    Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained
    great insight into the life of Native Americans from words
    he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that
    gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding
    the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts
    carried out by "whites" against Native Americans.


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    Population history of indigenous peoples of the Americas
    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    The population figure of indigenous peoples of the Americas before
    the 1492 voyage of Christopher Columbus have proven difficult
    to establish. Scholars rely on archaeological data and written
    records from settlers from Europe. Most scholars writing at
    the end of the 19th century estimated that the pre-Columbian
    population was as low as 10 million; by the end of the 20th
    century most scholars gravitated to a middle estimate of
    around 50 million, with some historians arguing for an estimate
    of 100 million or more.[1] Contact with the Europeans led to
    the European colonization of the Americas, in which millions
    of immigrants from Europe eventually settled in the Americas.

    The population of African and Eurasian peoples in the Americas
    grew steadily, while the indigenous population plummeted. Eurasian
    diseases such as influenza, bubonic plague and pneumonic plagues,
    yellow fever, smallpox, and malaria devastated the Native Americans,
    who did not have immunity to them. Conflict and outright warfare
    with Western European newcomers and other American tribes further
    reduced populations and disrupted traditional societies. The extent
    and causes of the decline have long been a subject of academic debate,
    along with its characterization as a genocide.[2]




    American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

    Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
    howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear;
    Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man
    birthing growing urges to return and run truly free,
    falling upon ancient trails, foraging for lean red meat
    race with red-heart's deepest desires into widest abyss,
    embrace our mother earth, unified into one body.

    Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
    Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

    Standing proud, atop very high and lonesome mountain crag
    winds caressing one of Nature's most beautiful creatures;
    Notes calling loud, that give night's resplendent moon pregnant pause
    in that silent and golden moment, where man so trembles,
    for it is then knowledge comes, therein sings of true freedom
    having no need for dreams of blind men or dark worldly lusts,
    speaking to pack below, mirroring its deep felt tones.

    Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
    Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

    Alas! Fate and Fury- rage combine and oft delivers
    soul-crushing, black-handed cuts from darkened realms far below;
    Wherein has justice overcame Fate's most savage attacks
    when hatred and greed both conspired to not be defeated,
    in infliction of war's sorrows and deadly destruction
    while parading under banner of Light and compassion,
    tales of malevolent beasts, benevolently destroyed!

    Where ancient trails once well-known, rests under dust long fallin'.
    Moon's golden realms hear both man and wolf, faithful loud callin'.

    R. J. Lindley,
    Feb 2nd, 1973
    Poetry-- Subject Nature, Wolf, Amerian Indian And Injustice...

    Old note: My mother's father was Native American. I gained
    great insight into the life of Native Americans from words
    he spoke to me. Since his death, I have read many books that
    gave even more historical knowledge on the subject. Finding
    the ones that did not deliberately cover up the savage acts
    carried out by "whites" against Native Americans.


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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    This poem was awarded Poem of the Week and places 24th, on the best the ONE HUNDRED BEST NEW POEMS LIST.
    I was just a month shy of 19 years old, back when I wrote this.. Recently decided to present it at my poetry site and have it copyrighted as my work. --Tyr
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    What Of Famous Warriors, How Should They Be Judged

    Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
    Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
    should not their character reflect far more the man
    more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
    should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
    family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

    Dare we set scales that may belittle other facts
    Love of all other earthen treasures cast aside
    what of dearest children raised to be faithful
    one can not stop heroic pride, its rushing tide
    fame true earned, by default makes us all grateful
    biased judgments given, are oft hard to retract.

    Of heroes deaths and its powers to reincarnate
    the imagined greatness of dying fighting true
    Statues, spears, shields and sabers relics that present
    perhaps more praise than savagery should thus accrue
    for mixed in was blood-lust we all know was Hell-sent
    caught in colors that war paintings so decorate.

    Is it right to judge for war victory alone
    that the man, only had blood-letting to give
    can we rationalize that such is work of Fate
    in war, innocent victims had no right to Live
    should such men be judged by barbarity and hate
    and weight of their deadly deeds thus have to atone?

    Can the greatest warriors be as brave as they say
    Lives judged by bloody deeds rather than by Love
    should not their character reflect far more the man
    more than victorious fight, when push came to shove
    should brave deeds overshadow each one's mortal span
    family Love, all of Life thus far greater weigh?

    R.J. Lindley.
    July 9th, 1973
    Rhyme, ( Does Greater Bloodshed, A True Warrior Make )
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    Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
    Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)


    Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly".
    Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam.

    Definition of “crop up” - English Dictionary
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    crop up
    -pp-
    — phrasal verb with crop US ? /kr?p/ verb [ T ] -pp-
    ?to happen or appear unexpectedly:

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    What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

    Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
    being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
    What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
    when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
    Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
    stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!

    If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
    seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
    Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
    of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
    Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
    castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!

    Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
    of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
    Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
    for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
    Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
    are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!

    What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
    than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
    How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
    of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
    Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
    may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!

    Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
    Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)


    Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
    Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
    and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.
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    This was awarded Poem Of The Day, this morning.
    My previous poem last week was awarded Poem Of The Week. -Tyr


    What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

    Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
    being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
    What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
    when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
    Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
    stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!

    If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
    seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
    Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
    of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
    Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
    castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!

    Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
    of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
    Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
    for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
    Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
    are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!

    What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
    than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
    How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
    of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
    Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
    may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!

    Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
    Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)


    Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
    Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
    and life. I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

    I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
    tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
    It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild
    in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
    With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
    too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
    Wild young fool, hellbent on fighting this evil world
    Treasures sought while diving deep, for the shiniest pearl!

    Of lost loves, shattered hearts, I've had and suffered many
    Yet of sweetest blessings, I have been rewarded plenty
    In stark realization, this world has cut me to the bone
    Immaturity, a tool used by this fool to self dethrone
    And while in total chaos, I started fires I could not quell
    for haunting nightmares sent my broken heart into hell!
    With agony from lapping flames and deepest regrets
    came punishments deserved from what rashness begets!

    Her name was Beauty. She lit the stars in heavenly skies
    Alluringly ravishing, soft blue, the color of her eyes
    She wore a blue mini-skirt that prompted hot desires
    so fierce that mere water could not quench passion's fires
    In a flash my heart forbade me, words with which to speak
    my knees, hard-knocking; my heart faint and then grew weak!
    With that confessed, dear reader, my soul was enraptured
    by this graceful lady, my heart had thus been captured!

    Sad that I should have to convey this sorrowful news
    Too soon she was lost to me and I crashed in shades of blues
    Such rashness of youth takes a horrific toll of gifts
    and within a single heartbeat my life incurred sad shifts
    Had my weakness not reared its impatient, ugly head
    I would not have fallen, and love would have won instead
    Yet, temptation from its darkness of abodes rose up
    offering the cup of a far sweeter wine that I would sup!

    And in this wicked world, I heard its sworn applause
    with swiftness of truth, destroyed was love's great cause
    A man thus lost, thus fallen, recalls only his painful aches
    and mourning sorrowed cries, "Pity me, for heaven's sake."
    Yet, justice turns its blind eye and stirs his aches even more
    searing flames blaze, as they relentlessly shut the door!
    From such woe-begotten lessons a youth should surely learn
    If you lick a raging fire, your tongue will feel the burn!

    I weaved for you, dear reader, words true and sincere
    tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
    It's truth from a life long-lived too fast and much too wild
    in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
    With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
    too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
    Wild young fool, lessons taught when lightning bolts hurled
    sought useless treasure when the flag of lust was unfurled!


    Robert J. Lindley, 12-07-2018
    Rhyme, ( 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12, stanza's)
    ( Regrets And Youthful Follies, Life Lessons Learned )

    (Wild young fool, taught hard-lessons in this evil world
    of treasures sought diving for forbidden dark pearl!)

    Note: It was with sincere appreciation of her great poetic talent that I
    wrote this poem after reading a truly wonderful poem she had composed.
    My dear friend, Lin Lane's poem, titled, "Relieve My Heart of its Ache"
    gave inspiration, poetic spirit and my muse cause for me to sit and write this piece. I then sent this piece for her to see and telling her of her inspiring poem giving rise to this creation, she graciously responded by offering to edit this poem, a very kind and generous act.
    I accepted and am so truly thankful, as now its quality, its flow and its shine have all been immensely increased. I dedicate this poem to my very kind and generous dear friend, Lin Lane.. Posted today as promised after my having delayed posting due to a previous promise I made to another poet and dear friend.



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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    Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born

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    Pray We Our Daily Bread, Christmas, Our Savior Born


    Mighty ghost of Christmas past, thy heart beats
    to stir aghast, grievous sorrows of loss.
    While we celebrate joys, holiday's treats,
    time flies forth, giving such gems not a toss.

    Ghostly are memories we oft cherish
    to waken our souls to their truest of Lights.
    As we pray, God's words shall never perish
    we shall recall blind were given new sight!

    Pray we our daily bread, our Savior born
    gave his Life instead that we live again.
    Although world cries and life may seem forlorn
    our Lord, our Savior, is our faithful friend.

    With dear hopes and sweet dreams, Christmas reminds.
    Light embraced, life needs no other rewinds.

    Sonnet
    12-16-2018
    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

    Edit (2-23-2019)- Not award a place. This is the fourth time my entry has been give an N/A by this contest sponsor.
    I being no fool, have a fairly good judgement of exactly what is going on. Some judges will place even childishly
    composed poems over far better poems. I guess they have their reasons but none that exhibit anything close
    to fair analysis of verse, or quality appraisal of poetic creation/talent/message evident in the poem submitted.-Tyr
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    This I wrote today for John Hamilton's Super Sonnet contest. --Tyr[/SIZE]
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 02-23-2019 at 11:14 PM.
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    Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon

    Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
    Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
    Sweet relief cannot come too soon
    I slept on sheets of finest silk
    Gone such dreams with vanishing moon

    Dry toast from molded bread was made
    Served with the world's gold gilded lies
    Sides of temptations, well displayed
    Seeds of regrets in cherry pies
    I, a blind jackass, sorely brayed

    Eggs were scrambled while feeling pain
    Table sighed, "Why am I left bare?"
    Except for heartache's tenured stain
    and foolish pride that placed it there
    I hear cries in horrid nightmares

    Plum jam scooped from a broken jar
    Morn's mirror showed my old hurts
    bludgeoned by love's iron bar
    Stove hissed at me, "Your just desserts!"
    I deserved each deeply etched scar

    Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 2002
    Rhyme, (Early dawn, Breakfast speaks, Life's foibles)...


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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    Robert J. Lindley,
    Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)

    Note: Written 16 years ago from today, this was born from me earlier that day, watching children open early Christmas presents, allowed just one each - for the remainder must wait until Christmas morn. As I now look back, and rejoice at having both that precious memory and my having written about it when still young, healthy and full of life.
    Christmas Morn A Poem, Two Thousand And Two

    Short are the hours until Christmas morn lands
    joy joins children in its caroling bands.
    Casting brighter rays, snow canvas with shine
    one day that we should think not, what is mine.
    Happiness flows, we see sweet faces glow
    this cheerful day, we oft pray hours pass slow!

    As laughter rings, and wrapping paper sings
    with kids gleaming smiles and season's good things.
    Echoes are cast from wrapping papers torn
    all should know, this day our Savior was born.
    That man should have more than just life on earth
    souls are born from our God and all have worth!

    On this Christmas day let us all rejoice!
    Pray for love, peace and all, in one true voice!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    Dec 24th 10 pm, 2002, (Simple Rhyme)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    Wishing Merry Christmas to the great folks at this wonderful site, where we still have the freedom to express our views,
    and also condemn the darkness that increases in this wicked world every day.-Tyr
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    New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr
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    Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018
    Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost)

    ambrosia noun
    am·​bro·​sia | \am-ˈbrō-zh(ē-)ə \
    Definition of ambrosia
    1a : the food of the Greek and Roman gods
    b : the ointment or perfume of the gods
    2 : something extremely pleasing to taste or smell
    3 : a dessert made of oranges and shredded coconut

    Syllables Per Line:
    0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 14 14
    Total Syllables:252
    Total # Words: 192

    Note: My last poem for 2018 was dark and tragic. Here my first poem of 2019,
    tho' sad, expresses recollections of a beautiful memory of my youth and
    the afterthoughts of mistakes made and written verses of hope of forgiveness
    from a truly beautiful,kind and remarkably gentle soul, that I once loved.
    I hope you may see the depths of regret one feels when they fully comprehend
    a fantastic treasure was by wild and youthful folly thus lost.

    To Dream This, Love Forgives, When I Call Out Her Name

    Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart
    you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart
    Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul
    yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll
    Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more
    time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door!

    Pray I, your huge heart forgave, that raving fool I became
    and your mercy save, as I now utter your lovely name
    Our last dance, sweetest of nights, before our love fell apart
    lost romance, greatest tragedy was my breaking your heart
    This mercy I beg now, will renew this sad, weak spirit
    when I cry your name, if you cry out mine, I will hear it!

    Your kiss, its memory ambrosia for this lonesome heart
    you I so miss, these many decades we have been apart
    Your sexy eyes, sent passionate waves into wanting soul
    yes we said our goodbyes, but these years alone took a toll
    Your grace and beautiful mind, perhaps I miss all the more
    time has been unkind, my sorrow was in closing that door!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2018
    Rhyme, ( A Great Love, Beautiful Treasure Once Once Lost)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    New morn new year, fresh new poem, with its splattered ink barely dry..-Tyr
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    Good Morning Tyr! Happy New Year and Thank you!



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    That Season

    soft white frozen ground
    fireplace flames and bright warm glow
    decorations hang

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-02-2019
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    Written and inspired by High Plains Drifter's, snow picture presented in the Lounge thread...
    Thanks HPD... -Tyr
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    Dancing With Those Depressing Blues

    There are times that I do not speak
    spirit low and my body weak;
    times that life knocks me all about,
    silence helps me figure it out.
    There are times grief sends its deep hits
    sorrows cast me into sad fits;
    weeks when aching blues loom so large,
    and darkness arrives to take charge.
    There are times all color is black
    shadows come to spirit attack;
    times when heart cries and sinks so low,
    joy dies and I just want to go.
    There are times, dark days no birds sing
    only way is end everything;
    times that life seems lost and so dark,
    life and reality's pain stark.
    There are times, that hellish storm wins
    feel numb and can not see my friends;
    times hope appears to fly away,
    no relief despite prayers I say.
    There are times that I do not speak
    spirit low and my body weak;
    times that life knocks me all about,
    silence helps me figure it out.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Rhyme, 1979



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    I was sent an email message inquiring about this poem yesterday. I could not remember if I had ever presented it here.
    In fact, I could not even remember ever writing it-- so I went to my home poetry site, typed in the title and there it was-- copyrighted.
    This even further highlights to me my memory loss issues I face.
    I am presenting it here now, so excuse me if among my many poems posted here , I have previously done so.
    It is a sonnet written in a new sonnet form a dear poet friend created, 2 years ago..

    ************************************************** *************************


    NOTE: After reading Carole Duet's beautiful sonnet, I decided to try to write a sonnet using her new sonnet form.
    From her poem, Chasing the Moon and Stars, which she describes her new form this way,
    "made up my own "meter"/sylllable count per line for this one. It goes like this:
    1st verse is 7,8,9,10; 2nd verse is 9,7,7,9; 3rd verse is 10,9,8,7; and the couplet is 7,7."
    Therefore, I dedicate this sonnet to Carole Duet for her inspiration in inspiring me to write this new poem using
    her new sonnet form.


    Midnight Comes, Memories I Embrace
    (Dedication Poem)


    Heart deep, roaring thunder cracks
    waves pulsating with rhythmic aches.
    Desiring first, to be back on track
    yet too afraid to ever hit the brakes.

    Midnight comes, memories I embrace
    not a dream, for you are there.
    Awesome smile and your dear angel face
    I pray we will our lives share.

    When imprisoned down in sad valleys low
    earnest praying for another chance.
    With love crying this you should know
    true love thrived in our romance.

    Heart aching to kiss your lips
    take again Heavenly trips.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2017
    Sonnet( A Lost Romance), (Dedicated to Carole Duet),
    For inspiring me to write today using her new sonnet form.
    Based upon a very sad experience of lost love from my youth..



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    Tears Falling As Rain, She Left Swearing Never To Return


    Seven times, her beautiful hand he had attempted to win
    each one failed because she easily saw his greatest flaw
    for he reasoned, there is no dishonor, no evil sin
    why not just take what one wanted, even if it was all.

    She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
    And eventual destruction was easily predicted

    His final try, he pleaded to be a truly changed man
    crying loving heart had broken his insanity spell
    promising faithfulness and living simple was the plan
    after that, he won the lottery and all went to Hell.

    She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
    And eventual destruction was easily predicted

    Seven tragic years she stuck it out, praying he would change
    look back at what he was losing, finally see the light
    stop being a wild cowboy, come in from the open range
    and as an honorable man sleep in her bed each night.

    She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
    And eventual destruction was easily predicted

    Tears falling as rain, she left swearing never to return
    years later his money gone, his life had fallen apart
    she asked could she return to help, sincere offer, he spurned
    then he drank the poison that exploded his greedy heart.

    She knew greedy desires gave no truce to those sadly afflicted
    And eventual destruction was easily predicted

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2019
    Rhyme, ( Greed Oft Destroys Those That Embrace It As A Gift)



    Syllables Per Line:
    0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15
    0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15 0 14 14 14 14 0 15 15
    Total # Syllables:344
    Total # Words: 232
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    Posting two poems in this thread today.
    Hope you may enjoy both, as each one is different and
    reveals much more about the author than probably is wise to tell. - lol- --Tyr

    Slow, The Flow Of Time's Waning Hands

    On nights that I can not slow walk
    through dreams that may, my sad soul heal
    With such interruption heart balks
    at the sorrows I come to feel.

    Waning midnight hours race on past
    night shadows then appear to prowl
    bed writhing, I pray it not last
    useless, as nightmare monsters howl!

    Slow, the flow of time's waning hands
    their razor claws slashing in deep
    Over and over, one last stand
    as Hope promises blessed sleep.

    In my sleep I try to fast talk.
    From dead body outlined in chalk.

    Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2019
    Sonnet, ( As the dark hours slowly march
    )

    Syllables Per Line: 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
    Total # Syllables: 112
    Total # Words: 90

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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    Plumbing Life's Mysterious Ways

    I.

    I've sent my arrows... flying in deep
    life and heartache... rivers ran dry
    no more this agony... stones for pillows
    blessings lost then... re-found dreams that excite
    left my home town... dark caverns echoing my return
    everything changed... hope worn well
    to deepest sorrows... new chains were found

    II.

    to believe is to act... evil wraps warming arms
    I take courage and... walk the limbs
    the ancient tree... dispels my fallacies
    twelve inch nails... buried to the head

    Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2019
    Free verse, ( As I see in the mirror, Me)

    Note: If Time is but an illusion, then may I find its
    gaping holes to escape its wrath.
    .

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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