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    This Olden Soul, Still Follows That Greatest Quest

    Sad that time did so often this old heart pierce
    rising ire, setting fire to burn so fierce,
    yet within that red-hot cauldron high hopes rose
    following enchanting dreams of sweet repose.

    Where softest of morns turned to dreaded long days
    with a nudge and kick, beauty comes and sashays,
    and under moon's bright glow and resplendent lights
    hope's depths and lover's heart steer truest joy those nights.

    Now time has done its most wicked, damning best
    this olden soul, still follows that greatest quest,
    reach mountain top and see valley far below
    accept all, and let hope's truth forever grow!

    Now fierce fires, no longer burn inner heart
    spirit finds calming peace, wisdom it imparts.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2018
    Sonnet, ( When Peace Is Allowed To Flourish)

    Note- Look back to see the dark shadows fly away. For yesterday's sun shone brighter than was first seen. If one finds sorrow and darkness that so betray.
    Search again, for that future promise so clearly felt as an innocent teen...


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 04-21-2018 at 10:35 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.”
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    The Great Sorrow, The Plea And The Letter
    (Collaboration with, )

    We were close friends back in those ancient days
    me and my anger, you and your kind ways.
    Alas! We found love, turned into a curse
    me with my Ann, you with her sister nurse.
    Friend, such sorrow I felt when you lost her
    her illness and Fate gave its dark whisper.

    Four decades have flown by, can we both see
    Fate has been harsh, not kind to you or me.
    Your Helen with the dark hair and bright smile
    my Ann, each with us but a little while.
    Did we not love, with purest hearts and souls
    does not this dark world take its heavy tolls?

    Time beat us both into sad submission
    tho' we were strong, Fate asked not permission.
    Pray I, you too have found that inner peace
    sought love again, found its sweeter release.
    For me, this plea to you is long overdue
    lets again be great friends in life, we two.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

    First half- collaboration offer
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 04-23-2018 at 08:06 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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    Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens

    Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens,
    That which rivals colors of peacock's preen,
    Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens,
    Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins
    Treasures seen by deep sight and lusting eyes
    Beneath weeping moon and low midnight cries.

    Her beauty penetrates souls of searching hearts,
    Threads of depths that only Nature imparts
    And garments of wealth philosophers wear,
    Wisdom and history that some did share
    Her sighs breathe rainbows upon earth's tables
    wanton desires and mystical fables.

    In youth, I trekked into her vast holds,
    Comforted by warmth, in her bountiful folds,
    Hours spent wandering in her sweetest bliss,
    Now dreams and loves that I so dearly miss
    Nights that saw bright moon shine upon her all
    Campfires and lover's dreams within her call.

    Dare I pray to see her face and much more,
    Diamonds in green vaults and gold dust shores,
    Jewels gleaming out from sparkling long streams,
    Fresh as the love's forgiveness that redeems
    Dare I beg, for her touch and its soft kiss
    And her song that sends this heart its true bliss.

    These visions have held my heart bold and true,
    Enchantment and memories as life's glue,
    Soul's needs met in illuminating greens,
    Heart and mind stirred by beautiful scenes
    Can Time this wealth tragically destroy
    Are there cures, Nature's powers can employ?

    Huntress of forest gems, vanishing greens,
    Save me as you did in my troubled teens,
    Walk with me around your mystery bends,
    Were we not once both lovers and best friends
    Return again into heart and its dreams
    Save me from Time's wrath and man's evil schemes.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2018

    Written for new contest....-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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    Tribute poem, written this morn..-Tyr


    Hold Not A Sad Vigil For Me

    Hold not a sad vigil for me
    Born of flesh and blood, once was free
    Where my soul went, a better place
    I ran Life's mysterious race.

    Now having taken my last breath
    Spirit passed through, cold hands of death
    Beg, when I am laid in cold grounds
    Earth hears no heartfelt weeping sounds.

    In Life's gift, I came to this world
    To another realm, soul is hurled
    There exists, no more evil lies
    Only Light, Sun and gleaming Skies.

    Once settled, saying prayers for you
    Those that I love, evil ones too
    This final message, truth stands clear
    I enter smiling, with no fear.

    Do not stand at my grave and weep* (1)
    Instead pray my soul, the Lord keeps
    My grave, merely a marking place
    To delay what Time will erase.

    Hold not a sad vigil for me
    Born flesh and blood, once I was free
    Where my soul went, a better place
    I ran Life's mysterious race.


    Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2018
    Rhyme, (Lin, 8's)
    Tribute poem, inspired by Elizabeth Frye's great poem,
    titled- "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
    found at this link,

    NOTE-
    *(1)- Verse and Title from Elizabeth Frye's great poem of the same name.
    This poem is a written tribute to her memory and great poem....



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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.”
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    The Plea And The Solemn Prayer

    Shall thy hand, close these ancient, dying eyes
    or answer as before my sadden cries?
    As dawn wakes, will thee my soul now forsake
    and in thy divine Light then this soul take.

    In thy mercy, will thee grant me more years
    allow me to live, with new joyful tears?
    Pray thee, giveth truth, set my course a'new
    burn away darkness, give sight that is true.

    Sun risen, bless this soul to rise again
    guide this heart to benefit other men.
    Answer this sad plea, I give thee this vow
    I shall stay thy fold, as thee shows me how.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-28-2018
    Rhyme, (100 Words Cast Into The Light)


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    Total # Words:100

    Note- Inspired by a dream I had last night....


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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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    If We Live And Love, We Want Not To Say Goodbye

    I have spilt, red-blood and wet tears upon these pages
    echoed wisdom first given by ancient sages.
    Time is a harsh mistress, destined to run away
    while mankind's greatest desire is for her to stay.

    Noting we are no more than mere blink of the eye
    if we live and love, we want not, to say goodbye.
    Yet that departure, is one we can never miss
    life is so fleeting, so much like a stolen kiss!

    Time, your immense powers, I will righteously fight
    for the joys of living are my one true birthright.
    As a poet, these words are sent to one and all
    I shall fight Time's death-spell, with all my wherewithal.

    Although this saddened heart knows this fight will be lost.
    To write another day, I fight at any cost.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2018
    Sonnet, ( The Darkness We Face)


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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.”
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    A slam poem, written and presented today at my poetry site.-Tyr


    Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice

    While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
    some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
    Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
    or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
    We too, often see and want feel good paradise
    yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

    Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights
    my soul knows life is also about daily fights.
    Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast
    know evil fears me more and I have that at least.
    I think to warn others, the young that do not know
    life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show!

    As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend
    for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend.
    Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent
    if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant.
    I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade
    now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade.

    I take no hits, without sending like in return
    respect I do not give, unless it is well earned.
    If my principles and morals are deemed too low
    keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know.
    My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn
    nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn.

    While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
    some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
    Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
    or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
    We too, often see and want feel good paradise
    yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018
    Rhyme, (SLAM)


    Note- Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc...
    I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough.
    I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart....

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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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    Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

    Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
    some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
    O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
    with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
    Some did their best to accept needed and good change
    but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

    Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost
    some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost.
    Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad
    and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad.
    Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees
    as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas!

    Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
    those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last.
    History now shows much of it was not so bad
    New life, was the right of any young girl or lad.
    Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom
    wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb!

    Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
    Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast.
    We in turn, chided them as being just old fools
    older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules.
    Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong
    life is more, it is an ever evolving song!

    Reality shows clear errors and so much more
    we look back and see why young ventured far from shore.
    For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance
    shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance.
    Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way
    within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay!

    Reality shows clear errors and so much more
    Life oft then went wild as hell no longer a bore.
    We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls
    their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls.
    O' what a great time to be both young and alive
    so much new freedom and its spirit we did thrive!

    Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
    some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
    O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
    with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
    Some did their best accepting needed and good change
    but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!

    R.J. Lindley,
    July 17th, 1986
    Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation)


    Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count.
    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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    Seek, Seeking Peace And That Far Distant Shore

    Dawn's flowing music has been very fine
    This old soul needs more than sweet talk and wine
    When deep boredom and sad blues play their song
    I drink my coffee, move right on along

    Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
    Life has been so good, I want me some more

    Youth had its heart and its finest new plays
    Time waits for nobody and never stays
    In that huge ring, my best hat I did toss
    I boast my wins, I grieve my greater loss

    Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
    Life has been so good, I want me some more

    Best when love first knocks, heart simply obeys
    Walk that path and thy soul never betrays
    Embrace late night hours, enjoy its slow hands
    Live to dance with joy, hear music's best bands.

    Seek, seeking peace and that far distant shore
    Life has been so good, I want me some more

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2018
    Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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    Rhyme, ( Never Fear To Look Back)

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    She was louder than any alarm clock~!
    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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    Yet We Can Truly Change If We But Try

    Are we just dust blown in chaotic winds,
    Or driftwood snagged around river bends?
    Ghastly ghosts of a once greater being,
    content to crawl along without seeing?
    Or lost seeds sprouted in ancient dark ground,
    Whose dying makes not even a loud sound?
    Here under sorrows and a hiding sun,
    We oft rip and tear, calling such great fun,
    Thinking we are in control and much more
    Existing as nothings, on darkened shores!
    Racing as blinded mice in shadow dreams,
    Content to exist within this world's schemes

    Wailing and moaning as we live and die
    Yet we can truly change if we but try!

    R.J. Lindley,
    July 12th, 1979
    Sonnet


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    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
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    World Seemed So Forsaken

    At her new grave he knelt to pray,
    those words he failed to say.
    How she meant love and joy in life
    before she was his wife.

    Now that dark shadow had taken,
    world seemed so forsaken.

    Tears fell as he whispered sad words,
    Spring came but no song birds.
    He knew she heard but could not speak
    once strong, now he was weak.

    Now that dark shadow had taken,
    world seemed so forsaken.

    At last, he went into a trance
    recalling their romance.
    Rain fell yet he cared not at all
    she was gone, let it fall.

    Now that dark shadow had taken,
    world seemed so forsaken.

    Sun came out, he knew twas her smile,
    he'd see her in a while.
    Pills he took, had taken effect
    soon they would both connect.

    Now that dark shadow had taken,
    world seemed so forsaken.

    R.J. Lindley
    April 12th, 1976


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    Ernest Hemingway- “In order to write about life, you must first live it.”
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    A Sad But True Thought

    When racing world pales deep, its darkness takes first stage
    evil parades as good, soon becomes all the rage.
    When humanity walks blind, rather than open eyed
    graveyards will fill with those, that far too early died.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2018
    Quatrain, ( World racing into the Dark Abyss)
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    Written for a contest, hell I may even enter it...-Tyr


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    Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018
    Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )


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    The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


    If my beating heart were to be graded,
    Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
    Let it be judged by memories faded,
    Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green.

    There with blindness removed, pray thee not err
    For muddied waters defy truest intent;
    As all my life and love, was given her,
    Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent.

    From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all
    Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace;
    With her sweet smile greeting my every call,
    Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace.

    Thou parted, death can not our love destroy,
    Destiny once charted, tho' now no more;
    Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy,
    Should my path, be to a different shore.

    Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion.
    We both being too young and filled with pride.
    I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion;
    All my great sins I dare not try to hide!

    Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her,
    And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime;
    True now, I am truly lost without her,
    Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time.

    Ask I thee, please grant this one more favor,
    Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss;
    See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor,
    Die remembering all that I will miss.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2018
    Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )



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    Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite

    " From what magical realm do you now flee,
    With silver belted sword and bright armor,
    And awesome power of a Hercules,
    Gifted with the face of a true charmer?"

    "From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best,
    With power of Thor and orders to smite,
    Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest,
    Return good, drive away beasts of the night."

    "I give thy master greatest of my vows,
    Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed,
    Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow,
    If failing this, may my life away bleed."

    "Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail,
    For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn,
    To Master of Realm, where light never pales,
    To serve mightiest of heroes there born."

    " I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words,
    In true honor and piety given,
    Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds,
    As slaves with no hope of ever liven'."

    "Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart,
    I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts,
    Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart,
    Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts."

    "I pray thee success and with grateful soul,
    Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm,
    Thy course is set to honorable goal,
    I now see no cause for future alarm."

    "Fear not my lady, this shall now be done,
    My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay,
    Victory's sign shall be red setting sun,
    From this night's moon, see me flying away."

    "I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true,
    Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard,
    Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you,
    Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard."

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018
    Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths)

    Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today..
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    Syllables Per Line:
    0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    0 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 360
    Total # Words: 310
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 05-23-2018 at 10:51 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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