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    Light Did Shine From Her Smile, Such Grace

    She graced all with her gentle ways
    she so loved to help the poor strays;
    There resides softness in her voice
    thinking well of all by first choice,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    Was through winter snow that she came
    brought comfort with her just her name;
    Now this abyss shows she is gone
    her admirers feel so alone,
    Light did shIne from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    Set all with wonderment and awe
    her absence seems our greatest fall;
    For now dawn comes in cold and dim
    sorrows as in lost lover's film,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    Spring's blessings saw her fly away
    its joys turned to deepest of grays;
    From whence she came nobody knew
    her leaving sent waves of deep blue,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    O' yes we kneel, pray her return
    rekindling love's fires that burn;
    Tho' Time answers not our sad plea
    nor explains the why she did flee,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    We beg our angel come again
    we are lost in a swirling spin;
    We wonder why we were blessed
    none of our sins had we confessed,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    Now many decades have thus flown
    our love for her has only grown;
    Some few say they have seen her light
    as it brightened their darkest night,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    She graced all with her gentle ways
    she so loved to help the poor strays;
    There resides softness in her voice
    thinking well of all by first choice,
    Light did shine from her smile, such grace
    her good deeds, nothing can erase.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-29-2018
    (Lin Crazy Eights)- ( When Angels Are Sent)



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    888888, 888888, 888888, 888888


    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.”
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    Where Hides, Those Tyrian Sails So Longed For

    Where hides, those Tyrian sails so longed for,
    days lived far beyond this wretched, black door.
    Can such bright fruits only be found in dreams,
    are we condemned to one stagnant life-stream?

    Sweeter days of youth knew not this sad gray,
    says memories of adventurous days.
    Has Time thus so slowed our spirit and soul,
    as to make us pay this sad, boring toll?

    Could it just be, decay of flesh and blood,
    holds and mires us in this destructive mud?
    Washed into banks of a river now dried,
    long before this weaken body has died?

    As I look for answers in sky above
    comes reply, " turn back thy heart to ALL love" !

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-03-2018
    Sonnet, ( Thoughts, Looking Back)
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-03-2018 at 11:15 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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    Temptations That Too Oft Rule Dashing Youth

    Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
    One can not avoid some terrible truth
    Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
    Horses racing, no rider at the reins!

    That this old dark world celebrates sad facts
    Of breaking sweethearts and misguided acts
    When love's harvest tis bounty to be had
    Youth's vigor, sees no harm in being bad.

    Yet with years and wisdom comes wiser heart
    Finding life has limits, then we depart
    One may look back with deepest of regrets
    Realizing one can not win all bets!

    Visited by dark ghosts of a wayward youth
    One can not avoid some terrible truth
    Of blinded blindness and its epic pains
    Horses racing no rider at the reins!

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-05-2018
    Rhyme, ( Youth and its follies)
    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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    Wading In Soft Waves Of That Distant Shore

    When dawn's light broke, her tears had not yet dried
    Her sobs came back, echoes in howling winds
    Was it a nightmare, had her lover died,
    Was this tragedy how their true love ends?

    He woke upon a long white sandy shore
    His heart heard her pleading words from afar
    Deep yearnings, to please, just touch her once more,
    Gaze at Heaven and see her shining star.

    Night fell, her broken heart did not dare rest
    She knew that soon they would be reunited
    Beautiful eyes closed, she began her quest,
    Leave this world that was now sorrow blighted.

    When dawn's light broke, there she was, his new bride
    Wading in soft waves of that distant shore
    A short trip, now both had taken that ride,
    Winds blew, no more did her pleas they implore.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2018
    Rhyme, ( When Love's Great Power Reunites)
    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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    Red Sky Fire And Its Victims Left To Grieve

    Massive shadow paled over scurrying ants on the ground
    terror borne aloft, fire cursing beast riding across the skies
    shimmering black and green scales, its armored sound
    weeping shadows watched as victims echoed their cries.

    From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
    was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

    New dawn, victims yet cried, sending moans into the air
    into day's light, its heavy silence, languishing fears
    dead lying everywhere, village burnt far beyond repair
    epic misery, all awash in buckets of sorrow's wettest tears.

    From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
    was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

    Alas! Even the ever faithful priest had been burned as well
    ghastly fire-belching beast had sought he out first
    women and children burned in this new unearthly Hell
    how many more deaths to sate this dragon's massive thirst?

    From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
    was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

    From the mountain far away, fire belching from its snowy roof
    thunderous rumbles, growls of demonic beastly throes
    for this display of hellish agony was more than enough proof
    as were the mourning survivors hiding in their dark holes.

    From whence came this fire breathing creature and its hate
    was this horror raven-called shades of Poe or mere dreads of Fate?

    Robert J. Lindley 6-27-2018
    (Mythical creatures contest)


    Note--I may even get around to entering this one, not sure yet. I wrote one for another contest few weeks ago and forgot to enter it.
    Contest filled up and closed while the poems sat forgotten by me, for two weeks-- lol- --Tyr
    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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    As We Imagine Gods, Venus And Mars

    Universe eternally unending
    expanding space infinity sending,
    vast emptiness, separating its stars
    as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars.

    Swirling in galaxies, churning cosmic dust
    as puny man in his weak science trusts,
    magnitude, such ignorance truly awes
    as if the universe awaits our calls.

    We have such pride in our blindness and pains
    calling shallow finds, our tremendous gains,
    truth speaks, things we can never overcome
    as universe sends its eternal hum.

    Universe eternally unending
    expanding space infinity sending,
    vast emptiness, separating its stars
    as we imagine gods, Venus and Mars.

    R.J. Lindley,
    April 12th, 1974
    ( Of epic blindness and false pride )
    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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    Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

    When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
    I recall that was how happiness feels,
    a new toy a trip to the nearby park
    birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
    Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
    out of classroom watching a new school play,
    Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
    our favorite movies, we were so fond!

    Growing up, tremendous change had to come
    too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
    Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
    in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
    With such beauty and deep satisfaction
    sometimes came the opposite reaction
    truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
    in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!

    In living through life, its good* and its bad
    if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
    love and sorrow are both needed to grow
    happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
    Treasures great and small are in youthful past
    best we embrace it and not run too fast
    Through it all family, love matters most
    without that, time was no more than burnt toast!

    Robert J. Lindley, 7-10-2018

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    Total # Syllables: 240
    Total # Words: 188

    Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crash. Her death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about it. She was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
    For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
    I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 07-10-2018 at 03:34 PM.
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    Find The Waiting Light And Redemption's Well Lit Path

    Ride not that raging bull, horns poisoned to the tips
    your heart armored against all that would inflict pain;
    such soul warping feeds on the venom as it drips,
    as blindness leads until only hatred remains!

    Stop! Let what little shreds of hidden light exist
    expand in your weeping and crying heart then heal;
    with that smallest of sparks, your lost soul must resist
    greatest hate and sorrows that leads you to not feel!

    As each glowing new dawn, then grows your new birthed love
    your eyes will open to joy's softest touch and tears;
    you may again, see Light cast from Heavens above,
    find that redemption's path, destroys all hate and fears!

    When glorious Light renews heart, love and its sight
    such pure joy comes from Heaven, not hatred's dark might.

    Robert Lindley, 7-12-2018
    Sonnet,( True Lit Path To Recovery)


    Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 168
    Total # Words: 132
    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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