Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread
attacks with great zeal complaints in my head
wages war with a soul begging release
while my muse and I ask both to please cease
Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown,
cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"!

In this battle, where blood so freely flows
my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud
my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows
will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud
Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere
even I the poet, shed salty tears!

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019,
Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme )

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Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies

When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate
And willing dark, its powers concentrates
Life slows and diminishes as on cue
All has passed before, nothing is new.
In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep
By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep.

This poet's pen often dares to relate
In echoes as if crying for lost mate
With weeping words-tears and resounding moans
Through wide valleys of darker undertones.
In that aching place, epic pains accrue
such is human life, for nothing is new.

As splashed ink soaks onto famished page
One may see injustice, well up with rage
Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul
To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll.
In that regretful place, black snags abound
Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019,
Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display)


Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up.
Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up.
And the pied piper demanded more his pay.......
Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core......

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019