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    Look Inside, There True Courage Oft Awaits

    When heartache's sorrows can not be denied
    your world is black and your dreams have all died,
    you walk this realm in a malignant haze
    each turn you take, leads deeper in the maze!
    Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
    strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!

    When rain and storms, follow you day and night
    spirit no longer finds the will to fight,
    know that life places such trials of fire
    to greater strength build and thus, hope inspire!
    Look to dawn, its greater promise of new
    to clear the air, restore your faith in you!

    When that morn, all returns to joyous sights
    you dance with glee, forget terrible frights,
    snatch onto truth in its victory race
    give your thanks for Hope and its saving grace.
    Look back, at cause for your blind ordeal
    remembering life is great, love is real!

    Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
    strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!
    Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
    strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!
    Look inside, there true courage oft awaits
    strong enough to beat, even hands of fate!

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-12-2017
    Rhyme,( Hope and Strength of the Human Spirit)

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    Total # Words: 190
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    Where Hanging Weeping Willows Grow

    Clear stream where weeping willow's grow.
    Beyond small valleys and the hills.
    She puts on a cool - summer's show
    Before winter's first cold chills.

    Beneath beaming moon, on she flows
    It's falling rays dancing in tune.
    It's banks weeping willows hang low
    Majestic site in month of June.

    Soft summer breeze blows through the trees blows
    Whispering calls from long ago.
    Branches low moving to and fro
    Keeping green willows swaying slow.

    Of this stream that the willows flank.
    I see spread out here before me.
    Soft midnight dance upon the banks
    Held captive by this beauty free.

    I stand there silent in a trance.


    Robert J. Lindley and Edward McCall
    9-13-2017.


    Note- Thank you my friend for requesting that I do this collaboration with you.
    I enjoyed this collaboration very much. Always an honor for me to write with young talented poets.
    "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to kill those who interrupt that serenity, and the wisdom to know where to bury the bodies."
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    New Morn's Sun In Sky So Brilliantly Blue

    Was she a shadow beauty, faded and lost,
    last year's crop stubble tilled underneath?
    True, eyes no longer shine as morn bright frost,
    her smile no longer showing pearly white teeth.

    What tremendous havoc has Time dared to wreck
    upon cheeks, chin and supple breasts that now sag?
    Each day she saw in her mirror as she inspects,
    huge wrinkles like that of a old, crumpled bag.

    Yet her heart, her heart remained true and kind
    her soft soul yet yearned for great love anew.
    Would such golden treasure she ever again find
    after her beauty, that Time had sought to undue?

    Yet when love came, she found despair had gone
    for its power and gift was to her beauty renew.
    For her new love, his love-light upon her shone,
    she was new morn's sun in sky so brilliantly blue!

    R.J. Lindley,
    November 7th, 1971

    Old Note: Subject-- (True Beauty Is Timeless)

    New Note, 9-14-2017: ---- (True Beauty Is Timeless)

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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    Well, here it is. I have been toying with the idea to write this for about two weeks now.
    Finally sat down this morn and banged it out.
    Truth is, I lived like a wild rampaging mustang once and make no bones about it.
    I've never claimed to be a saint and never will. I was crazy for the pretty ladies once and saw no reason not to let them know.
    In that, I soon found that a great many of them(many quite wild themselves) liked the honesty and the bold wildness.
    Here it is, with just one read over after finishing-- no edits made...--TYR

    Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties

    We were young, waiting universe lay ahead
    too foolish to see danger or feel dread.
    What of Love? It was hungry and all around
    no need to ask life questions too profound!

    Coming from famine, love's gold was our greed
    we were starved stragglers in desperate need.
    When we gambled and lost, love turned sour
    we found dark little taverns in which to cower!

    Such was life, in past days of our hippie youth
    we just wanted to live fast, to hell with the truth.
    Consequences, another word we furiously cursed
    sadly they came, their bitter milk we nursed!

    Life was glorious that summer of sixty-nine
    days gifts, turned to night's wonders so fine.
    No worries, Piper need not ever be paid
    we kings of this world, thought we had it made!

    Future promised, tons and tons of the same
    we were ignorant of Fate's cruelest game.
    Time was abundant gift that we gladly wasted
    life was meant to be lived, loved and tasted!

    Then Father Time, stepped up to ring our bell
    life went from bliss into a living hell.
    Bills sent, we were forced to pay heavy dues
    walk over red-hot coals without any shoes!

    Nights soon found morns coming with such aches
    found we were not steel but glass that now breaks!
    Yet through it all, some sweet memories are gold
    although quite foolish we were also brave and bold!

    What can one say that has not truly danced
    felt fantastic bliss of being deeply romanced?
    Truth may show bad yet in our youthful pride
    WE THAT LIVED HARD AND FAST, WANT ANOTHER RIDE!

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017

    Note : Born in the fifties, wild child in the sixties, once lived a young life to its full measure. Despite many regrets, there are so many memories that I now do so deeply treasure..
    Even painful memories, now oft bring some smiles
    --for in that sad and much needed lesson--
    I learned to walk upright and not too loudly bemoan, all those long hard miles!
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    Boarding Lost Ships Into Vast Unknown Seas

    Taking lost ships into vast, unknown seas
    sadly, with dark black sails set to full mast;
    sailing forth despite many urgent pleas
    to hold onto precious memories past.

    Gone, heartfelt treasures one holds deep and dear
    like wisps of smoke in a swirling whirlwind;
    struggling against depression and great fear
    of that deep abyss waiting at the end.

    Midnight waves arrive to wash life's slate clean
    with a silent blink they exist no more;
    so like grass, no longer vast, lush and green
    soon ahead will be just an empty shore!

    Tried, shooting vanishing ships full of holes
    rescue memories before they are gone;
    but those long shot volleys, take heavy tolls
    and cut deep into these old fragile bones.

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2017


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    Note- The unknown , the horrors ones mind can conjure up are all there waiting for the time when clear mind has eroded into a weakened state and life's memories vanish to be replaced by those imagine horrors. The greater the mind's capacity for imagination, the greater and more horrible the terrors.-Tyr




    A Portrait of the Ravages of Alzheimer’s


    MAY 28, 2011
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    To the Editor:

    Re “Our Irrational Fear of Forgetting,” by Margaret Morganroth Gullette (Op-Ed, May 22):

    Two years ago, my grandmother died of Alzheimer’s. For more than a decade leading up to her death, my mother and I watched a proud, beautiful woman deteriorate into a state that can only be described as animalistic. The horrors inflicted upon her by Alzheimer’s cannot be understated.

    Memory loss was only a part of the symptoms my grandmother suffered. Crazed by paranoia and fear, she was haunted by hallucinations. She became violent; despite her tiny frame and size, her strength was at times uncontrollable. Her voice abandoned her, and she could make her needs known only through awkward gestures and noises.

    The fact that one in eight Americans older than 65 has Alzheimer’s is no small number. It is an epidemic. My grandmother required 24-hour care, sometimes by multiple people. My family tried to care for her at home, but as the disease progressed, this became a living nightmare for my family. And this went on for more than 10 years.

    Having witnessed the disease firsthand, I can truly say there is something worse than death.

    CARY RIKER
    Happy Valley, Ore., May 22, 2011

    To the Editor:

    If only it were simply a fear of forgetting. Alzheimer’s is so much more. It is, in our case, a comatose state with eyes wide open and the experience of watching a kind and funny man become an agitated, angry and afraid person with no connection to the world in which he sits (because he cannot stand or walk anymore).
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    I truly hope that Margaret Morganroth Gullette and those she loves never experience the disease as my family has. I implore her not to use her public platform to minimize the horror that is Alzheimer’s. Our experience of it has nothing in common with a 96-year-old who can still sing (lucky her). It is, as has been accurately described, death on an installment plan.

    May she use her voice instead to draw positive attention to elder-care issues, including the profound emotional and financial costs of providing decent care. You do not need to minimize Alzheimer’s to advance such concerns.

    ANNE CALDAS
    Montclair, N.J., May 22, 2011

    To the Editor:

    Emphasizing “personhood instead of debilitation” is not going to prepare society for the huge costs, both emotional and economic, that are fast approaching with the aging of baby boomers and the expected explosion in the number of Alzheimer’s cases.
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    While we don’t want to paralyze society with fear, we must keep these issues at front and center, so that research into identifying the earliest stages of Alzheimer’s — when it will be most amenable to treatment — will continue to be aggressively pursued.

    That said, Margaret Morganroth Gullette is right to ask whether society should obsess over memory performance, which is a completely different issue. Forgetfulness, at any age, is normal. “Photographic” memory can be a curse, and marital therapists would likely find a “forgetful” pill useful.

    Ms. Gullette is also correct to say that age-related memory decline is “considered normal” and that it is different from Alzheimer’s disease. But implying that normal decline is necessarily innocuous, and that anxiety or medical attention is unwarranted, is irresponsible; it does not reflect the concerns of the patients with memory complaints whom I see in my practice.
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    While age-related memory decline may not be a harbinger of Alzheimer’s disease, for many people it has a real effect on their function, and safe interventions may be in sight.

    To suggest “Forget memory. Try imagination” may be amusing. But when applied to patients with Alzheimer’s, it is equivalent to telling a patient with paraplegia: “Skip walking. Try watching TV.”

    SCOTT A. SMALL
    New York, May 23, 2011

    The writer is professor of neurology and a memory investigator at the Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons and a member of the scientific advisory board of Brain Cells Inc.

    To the Editor:

    Thanks to Margaret Morganroth Gullette for shining her light on the fact that not everyone who receives a diagnosis of mild cognitive impairment progresses to dementia. Studies that followed up mildly impaired elders for three to five years found that a large minority remained stable and about 14 percent returned to normal. No one yet knows why.

    DOUGLAS POWELL
    Concord, Mass., May 23, 2011

    The writer is the author of “The Aging Intellect” and a clinical instructor in psychology at the Harvard Medical School.

    To the Editor:

    The ostensibly humorous phrase “senior moment” contributes to the “epidemic of anxiety around memory loss” that is cited in Margaret Morganroth Gullette’s Op-Ed article. Let’s redefine this toxic term like this:

    “Senior moment:

    (1) Any accomplishment, large or small, possible because acuity, confidence and gumption increase with age.

    (2) A memory lapse or other sign of ineptitude attributable to advancing age. Obsolete.”

    MARIE SHEAR
    Brooklyn, May 22, 2011
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    Halloween's Shadows Hold Creatures To Fear

    From this world, do not retreat do not tarry
    yet of candy lust, be wise, be thee wary.
    For dreams and fantasy rarely come true
    but life's many troubles so often do!

    Heed wise counsel, hold safe thy own
    when moon is red and ill winds are blown.
    As midnight oft gives dark shadows to play
    remain brave in heart and quick to pray!

    Evil lurks, in hearts that have lost their way
    and tis true, one must fight, come what may.
    Same wicked darkness, came to plague Poe
    his harbored a black raven instead of a crow!

    With eyes wide open, you just may see
    soon enough to live, not die as you flee.
    Darkness is near, just waiting for All Saints Eve
    best you know and in its imps and ghouls believe.

    When you dare to walk into that dark alley
    remember head was all they found of Sally.
    So best to keep mom and dad very near
    For Halloween's shadows hold so much to fear!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    9-19-2017
    Rhyme, (Halloween's Welcoming Shadows)

    Note- Decided to write this one a bit early. I write a Halloween poem every year, since 1994, year my daughter turned 6.
    Next month the kids will be rampaging around neighborhoods seeking treats.
    And one never knows what kind of scary creatures they will meet..
    I even remember seeing a few myself...-Tyr
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    On The Spot, First Night's Romantic Love-Plea

    Come to me, let me cut your blues into
    For darling, I've lost my love, same as you.
    Lets dance, forget shadows waiting outside
    Nothing matters, except you by my side!

    Come to me, we shall bask in dawn's sweet lights
    My darling, we shall take heavenly flights.
    Lets travel this path and enjoy love's all
    My love, that is life singing, our love call.

    Walk with me, future bears us no ill will
    We have been hurt badly, both had our fill.
    Hold this willing hand, this heart aches for thee
    Fate and love cry, we shall both then be free.

    Let us walk, into our own paradise.
    Being joined in truest love will suffice.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-1992
    Sonnet (Of Lost Love Memories and Life's Tribulations)

    Note- And she said yes... but Life said, this shall not stand...

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    Because Of Grace And Beauty Your Dancing Steps Made

    Where bright red in your dance dress, shows truth in your heart
    gold and silver lace my dreams of time spent with you.
    Tho' fate sent dark storms driving us so far apart,
    my memories are as bright as your eyes were blue.

    This world, swooned in time with your hot, sensual dance
    you sent waves of passion into my willing veins.
    My dear, your body, sweet music was your romance
    when you stopped dancing, we all felt such lonesome pains.

    I knew, you would defeat blues and return
    to dance floor and sashay as only you can do.
    For your great heart's loving truth will forever yearn
    to dress as a queen and put on your dancing shoes!

    This too, dances through all my wondrous midnight dreams
    those red flashes and turns that your beauty displayed.
    Such moments this dark world stops, peace reigns, so it seems
    because of grace and beauty your dancing steps made!

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017

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