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    [SIZE=5]Remember Me, Lost In This Black Abyss[/SIZE

    When I could not touch thy heart I cried
    sharp daggers pierced, sad and dying soul.
    If only, in that moment had I died
    and not fell into this cavernous hole!

    Sweet Helen, know that moment we both lost
    dark thunder had sounded by the lost bay.
    To change that, I would pay any high cost
    yet thy pure heart my love could never sway!

    Remember me! Lost in this black abyss
    spears pierce my wounded heart and tear filled eyes.
    Thy image my sad heart now does so miss
    I long to again see deep blue skies!

    In desperate depths, this lost soul low moans.
    Pray, thy heart feels its deep yearning tones!

    R.J. Lindley
    Sept 12th, 1977
    Sonnet, ( On Sorrow)

    llables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 140
    Total # Words: 114

    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-08-2017 at 01:33 PM.
    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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    Subject- art, dark, death, loss, lost love, pain, sorrow,


    Sad Death Of Her Lost,Tormented Lover

    As I walked out into bitter cold rain
    Skies rush down to send even more hard pain,
    No worry, torment was long, long overdue
    For my extreme folly abandoning you.
    Castle now has no water and no bread
    My heart weeps and wishes first to be dead;
    So missed, warmth of your soft gentle touch
    Nothing else does this wretch miss as much,
    As you look down, pray a new song for me,
    Chase away dark blues setting this soul free;
    For once this earth's deepest true love was ours
    Long before I yielded to lustful fires.
    My darling, I have now reached icy river banks
    Dive in to be free, giving you my thanks.

    Robert J. Lindley,

    Original verse, March 12th 1986
    Heavily rewritten today, June 9-2017
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-09-2017 at 09:29 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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    Red Rose Longings, Blown In Cool Morning Breeze

    With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
    Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
    Sun had deeply embraced bright blue skies
    Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!

    There I sat on our long wooden front porch
    Fighting to re-light memory's great torch.
    For what else could add to this wondrous scene
    I in silence, had loved her since a teen!

    Alas! Sorrow, since such was not returned
    Yet this aching heart still so hotly burned.
    Nothing left but thoughts of all I would miss
    Her gentle touch, her delicious kiss!

    Sat in a trance thinking only of her
    Time tries to make such memories a blur!
    I fight so hard to keep lost love alive
    For this my weeping soul will always strive!

    With sad heart I gazed upon a red rose
    Mockingbird sings clearly, morning breeze blows.
    Sun had embraced deeply bright blue skies
    Beautiful images gave such lovely highs!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-10-2017
    Rhyme- (Ancient Longing Thoughts)

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    I rose early this morn determined to write each and every morn. To return to my former self and walk another brighter path..
    I managed to write this from a memory I once held so dear. When I, as a young teen, failed to speak to her because of my great fear!
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-10-2017 at 09:24 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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    Pray I, We Not Lose Virgin Meadows Green

    Cold breath upon dawn's awakening sheen
    pray I, we not lose virgin meadows green.
    Early Spring and Nature oft birth such bright dawns
    beautiful scenes of buck, doe and speckled fawns.
    Airy chills, cause warm blood sent to cold feet
    All of Nature's awe we should gladly greet.

    Pristine views of Nature working its best
    breathing pure air and heart pounding in chest
    Shall hope and saddest pleas save such great treasures
    Alas! Nay, fear needed are stronger measures!
    Should gentle hearts and hopeful minds seek to save
    Earth's magnificent scenes from early grave?

    Cold breath upon dawn's awakening sheen
    pray I, we not lose virgin meadows green.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-11-2017
    Sonnet, ( Lin 10,10,11,11,11,10,10)
    Subject, Nature's great beauty and its rapid loss.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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    10 10 11 11 11 10
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    Total # Syllables: 146
    Total # Words: 108
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-11-2017 at 11:54 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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    Tormenting Darkness And Childhood Nightmares

    Oft, dead of night, wakes me with evil tones
    or fleet whispers that send grating chills.
    Always they come, crying, shrill shrieking moans
    as if from dark caverns in the far hills!
    Still that cold-fright, my yearning does so prick
    surging tingles race up and down my spine.
    I pray, tis just my mind playing a trick
    or dark thoughts my restless soul wants to dine.
    Truth soon invades, as shadows fly overhead
    open doors slam shut with booming loud bangs.
    Skeletal hands reach up to shake my bed
    next green eyes appear above long sharp fangs.
    Frightful mind blasts commands to race away
    yet never do I dare to run and flee.
    First, I close my eyes and silently pray
    please Lord, stop this evil that torments me!

    R.J. Lindley,

    Oct 12th, 1967

    Old Note: When is it mind playing tricks, or evil paying a visit?

    Note, 6-12-2017
    Oft man is his own monster.... and sadly, he does so well at it..
    POEM EDITED, WAS RE-TITLED THIS MORN..

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    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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    NOW THAT LOVE BROKE YOUR HEART YOU JOIN THE GAME

    ALL OF YOUR LIFE YOU CRIED HOW POETS WERE LAME
    NOW THAT LOVE BROKE YOUR HEART YOU JOIN THE GAME
    Welcome to word-ships on billions of seas
    Poetry says hello, write your sad pleas
    Helps so much, if you now get off your knees.

    Now that you are sailing right on the team
    Hold true to well lit course this is no dream
    Rainbows lay under these blue waters deep
    Treasures can be found, awake or asleep
    Touch tender hearts, find rewards to keep.

    Set your path to islands that freely give
    Seize new pen and paper to start to live
    Rise each blessed morn with winds blowing strong
    Feel that warmth of true romance all day long
    Write poet's new words to your longing song.

    Follow radiant suns to realms unknown
    Find your sweet queen, create your golden throne
    Spill out in ink, your heart's deepest desires
    Let words flow, kindle romantic fires
    Let new heart, pen and paper all conspire.

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2017


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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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    When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On The Ground

    In with dead and dying leaves I pass my time
    Drink my strong coffee, write my truth, in rhyme,
    Without fear, and seeking no favor I dare tell
    That once covered within my hardened shell;
    Alas! My heart cries for much I would undo
    Lying to my sweet lover a dozen times two,
    Youthful drunken rages, bold ladies of the night;
    And such eager anticipation in brawling fights.
    Sometimes I wonder if, on all this I should dwell
    Bring back feelings of that dark and ancient hell
    Yet my mind and muse both gaily conspire
    Cry out, write this now, regardless of soul's ire.

    When I shall someday lay under frost on the ground.
    Pray these words serve others and some find profound.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-14-2017
    Sonnet - SUBJECT- ( Daring to Tell)


    Note - This sonnet was first written in my private journal back in 1983.
    I decided to edit it (heavily)and present it here today.
    I took out some very personal references of others I knew and had dealings with--shortened the original long poem down into a sonnet.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-14-2017 at 11:00 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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    Childhood Innocence Revisited

    I shall write words, tho' they be not as songs
    know, I walk not with the usual throngs
    My path widened and its light does so shine
    world has wealth, yet I beg not all be mine!

    When pen runs dry, I fill it with new ink
    gathered from open mind, close to the brink
    With imagined quills, my words just appear
    No fear no favor, pray for sure no fear!

    As fair morns lead me to waters so fine
    I whistle with winds blowing through the pines
    Above my red-hawk flies along sailing
    heart pierced, joyful arrows impaling!

    Having written words my heart cast with joy
    Leave I my childhood, when just a young boy!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-15-2017
    Sonnet ( Look Back At My Childhood Innocence And Marvel)


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    Total # Words: 116
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-15-2017 at 10:54 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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    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..


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


    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 he couplet is 7,7."

    Therefore I dedicate this sonnet to Carole Duet for her inspiration in inspiring me to write this new 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.”
    http://www.lindleypoetry.com/category/a-poem-a-day/

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    Spinning Webs And Sad Gray

    Spinning webs hold my life in place
    gems waiting from flames yet to be lit
    Why would set sail to another shore?
    When this one, rocks as it slowly moans
    Morn's new frost never touches my toes
    nor dawn's beaming rays fail to inspire

    Car wreck yesterday by our home
    roadside two bodies, lifeless there lay
    I wondered will school be different Monday?
    Now that death has touched my soul

    Last year father died, and my tears I withheld
    not manly to show such a display
    Lessons learned at home and at life
    Death, death has the final say!

    R.J. Lindley
    1970
    Old Note. Winter's bitter cold tells me I am still alive..

    New Note - First poem in my oldest surviving private journal.
    I thought today may be a good day to post it , as it was written in June, one year after my father's death in 1969..

    Third Note- Funny how it doesn't even rhyme...

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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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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    It Was Her And Only Her, I Could Tell

    Memory stone, some day an old age gem
    stored safe and eager for new life in dreams.
    Only lonely spark in a void still dim
    longing for waters from life's racing streams.

    First I saw her, hot desire and love struck
    she living on hope's promise and love's heart.
    I was busy trying to make a buck
    paying no attention to love's new chart.

    Yet love, love rang so loud its golden bell
    that sweet echo hit hard and knocked me down.
    It was her and only her, I could tell
    a beautiful princess without her crown.

    Life moves on, we sail in its flowing stream.
    We each had found our gem in the same dream.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-19-2017
    Sonnet, (When you have found the One)


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    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 06-19-2017 at 08:12 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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    Will Darkness Ever Fade And Light Be Shown

    In a pool, water stagnate and slime-green
    thick ooze that burrows into open sores.
    Longing for the calm of my farm-day teens
    when great adversity was simple chores.
    Now as my feet refuse me to wade out
    I fight to keep my aching head afloat
    Silent screams echoes are my only shouts
    I watch as this blackened world laugh and gloats
    Night falls, slippery creatures come to play
    such depth and pain in every deep bite
    Were I a far better soul I would pray
    for mercy and help in this endless fight
    Murky waters, slow ripples, time unknown
    Can such darkness ever fade and light be shown?

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-22-2017
    Sonnet, (Dark the bridge over endless canyons)

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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    Note- Sad isn't it. That this is my only write for three days and it was a great chore to do..
    Something has to give soon.. TZS
    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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    Carry Steel In Your Heart Of Hearts

    When good and Light shines too bright
    darkness forms to punish in a fight.
    Trees are toppled and sweet earth torn
    rage destroys from dark envy born.

    Hold castle safe and stand defiant
    yield not, on courage be reliant.
    When storm roars from angry skies
    walk as straight, as the crow flies.

    Let your weapon be truth held tight,
    deeds be based upon what is right
    Carry steel in your heart of hearts
    seek love of wisdom, all it imparts.

    Love that darkness seeks to burn away
    let Heart and Soul embrace to stay.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    6-24-2017
    Sonnet (Courage is its on Weapon)
    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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    Are We Far More, Deep Souls That Love And Live


    Are we short lived shadows that flow on by?
    Fleeting dreams in universe of vapors
    Dancing images from winds of sad, lost worlds
    Mere clouds formed to fill a vast empty sky?

    Light orbs, flashed to signal eternal Time?
    On oceans of sadness, laughter and song
    Treading along, walking in wisps of smoke
    Clear evidence of Fate's deep charge and crime?

    Do we rest and await that great unknown?
    As blind sheep in a wild, unguarded herd
    Content to feed and watch blue sky flow by
    As our new replacements are slowly grown?

    Are we far more, deep Souls that Love and Live?
    Hearts that cry out to sing, dance, touch and give?

    Robert J. Lindley ,
    6-25-2017
    Sonnet, (On my own Terms)

    Note- After reading Shelley's poem, titled Mutablity, I sat down to compose this sonnet as a reply. This was originally inspired by my reading of Brian's blog this morn and my reply to it.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
    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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    Gone

    Gone, better way of life that once was true
    replaced by dancing lies written on cue.
    Gone, decency once citizens choose to enforce
    replaced by -do this, for you have no choice!

    Now fear, is the tool far too heavily used
    for the truth must now be deeply abused.
    Now kid- we must tax your lemonade stand
    for we are the only high-masters in this land!

    And a lone red-hawk finds a burnt-out tree
    where once Native Americans roamed so free.
    Gone, those that truly honored this great earth
    those native people that saw its true worth.

    When earth and our kids futures are for sale
    It is a safe bet, something has gone to hell!

    Rob Lindley

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
    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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