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    I Did So Out Of Love, Not Out Of Blinded Blindness

    I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness,
    I broke down that massive gate just for you.
    I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness
    I fought that battle, so to our true romance renew!

    You are the depths of mercy in your kindness
    You are the beautiful angel that is fair and true.
    You are my deliverer from pains and epic sadness
    You are the love and blessing that is long overdue!

    I walked out of pitiful pits of darkest darkness,
    I broke down that massive gate just for you.
    I did so out of love, not out of blinded blindness
    I fought that battle, so to, our true romance renew!

    Those dark valleys and shadows are nightmares gone
    For into our blessed paradise, both our souls have flown!

    R.J. Lindley,
    June 12th, 1979
    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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    On Death And Its Mysteries

    Weary of life, no lingering death does he ask
    As hungry spider says to the struggling fly,
    I wait and proudly succeed at my assigned task
    And I will soon and gaily eat you by the by.

    What of the firm honor he had foolishly lost
    Welcoming dawns and her deep love on starlit nights?
    Had not secret winds warned him of lying cost,
    Flying blind, crashing into angels with no lights?

    Darkness invaded, true romance was never found
    Now in storm lashing seas, heart and soul both lost,
    Weary of life, he sought mercy, refuge underground
    And cried out, "Be damned its cold morning frost"!

    Death, was it not just another word for being free?
    Or mere rotting fruits fallen from an ancient tree?

    R.J. Lindley,
    April 10th, 1973

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    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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    Having been sick these last few days, has taken me 4 days to write this piece.
    Now presented with no edits and may end up getting none..-Tyr


    As High Tide Washed In Its Treasures And Roaring Sounds
    (Death and Ghostly Pleas)


    I ran into the high tide and its drowning roar
    no more shall waking dawns find my waning glow
    There was life but I always wanted so much more
    not the false glamour or wealth made just for show.

    Soon as receding waters remove rotting skin
    I shall stride ashore, ghostly and with new heart
    No longer a failure among throngs of vain men
    where only death can bring another hopeful start?

    Will not new moon and hot sun then warm my soul
    summer breeze's flow ease this long panting desire
    O' spirit! Thank this, in death was paid the great toll
    to find her vanished love and relight dying fires.

    I moan in anguish, from low hills and distant bays
    for this estate is lonely, dark and strangely cold
    Doomed to vanish in brilliant light of sunny days
    as stories of my death children are often told.

    Her soul, I wander and search for each night in vain
    it is as she has now vanished from earth and sky
    My love, my all, of her nothing here now remains
    now I am again lost and ask the reason why.

    Bitter and dark, this state I in agony roam
    begging help and pity from night skies above
    As if dead hero from one of the ancient tomes
    sacrificed life and all for she that he truly loves.

    Dark has fallen, distant hills, hear a wailing moan
    a sad plea from lost lover once far out of bounds
    I see her, waiting at shore, standing all alone
    as high tide washed in its treasures and roaring sounds.


    Robert J. Lindley,
    1-05-2017
    Rhyme ( (Death and Ghostly Pleas)

    Edit- To fix a fix typo in the title...
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 01-06-2018 at 11:19 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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    I Watched You Making Fresh Coffee Early This Morn

    I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn,
    thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn
    and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello
    your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"!

    How on our first date you told me truth you wanted
    not the wealth that other men so vainly flaunted
    and with that faithful moral and character stand
    how later, we both accepted our wedding bands.

    Darling, this about you I know and dearly love
    you are gentle but so firm when push comes to shove,
    and in your heart rests an angel's sweeter touch
    your inner grace and deep beauty I love so much!

    Last night, you glowing in that dress of brightest blue,
    I know they wondered this, how I ever got you,
    with that this truly blessed heart nearly leaped out
    and you my wife are all I ever think about!

    I watched you making fresh coffee early this morn,
    thinking you healed me when I was ripped and torn
    and from first touch, kiss and bright smiling hello
    your eyes said, "come on now and away we shall go"!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    3-27-2005
    Romanticism (LIFE AND LOVE)
    Dedicated to my daring wife.

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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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    While Resting In An Ancient Orchard

    While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke
    Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke
    Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too have his heel
    Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel?

    Air so short, my mind saw new streaming lights
    About to die, I thought of our wondrous nights
    Years that had flown, how your image had faded
    Or had just my indifferent darkness me so jaded?

    Struggling hard, my last gasps I let out a vicious cry
    Why, why on this accursed earth must I now die
    And with that blast, a great power came over me
    I tore back unwarranted wrath and set myself free!

    Safe again, my tired soul asked the sky to shine
    I would sing and dance for this newest lifeline
    While dancing I tripped on a rock and downward fell
    Another sad place I landed but now I refuse to tell.

    While resting in an ancient orchard a branch broke
    Down my gaping mouth it began my life to choke
    Did not the majestic Hero Achilles too, have his heel
    Or better be, sympathy for stolen Helen now we feel?

    R.J. Lindley,

    May 12th, 1979
    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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    Before Dawn's Falling Dew Wets Thirsty Earth


    Before dawn's falling dew wets thirsty earth
    Before morning birds chirp their first sounds
    Before the day eats its fill and purges man's soul
    A brief moment between waking and harsh light
    Exists in dimensions that hide from arrogance of mankind

    Sky awaits its orders from Sun's fierce hearth
    Clouds parade as if they want to sing and dance
    The Winds flow high, low, through and all around
    Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt
    Children sleep and dream of the sweets that life may bring

    Rivers flow, wind and bend to the earth's heaving chest
    Rocks cry out, "Break me , if your heart aches."
    Waters beckons to be drank, painted, splashed and sailed
    Mountains standing tall, cry, "Man thou art so small"
    Nature carries on with its massive tasks and utter contempt

    Rain builds and waits its own sweet time
    To gift a blessing or in rage destroy man and beasts with floods
    Man vainly announces that he alone is the mighty King
    While death walks with darkness hand in hand
    And Nature begins to tremble at destruction mankind brings

    Dew falls silently upon thirsty earth and plants joyously sing
    Trees stand regal and accept the dripping gift
    Life, walks blindly in man's massive greed and wanton lusts
    Future promise weakens as father Time brings old age
    Silent voices, wait in dreams yet to ever be found

    R.J. Lindley
    June 19th, 1982
    Free verse(My first)

    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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    To Find Her Again

    That summer he was a waste, his heart held ransom
    she was, ravishing goddess holding the key knew not.
    He never thought of himself as special or handsome
    but his heart so truly loved her and that was a lot!

    One night she came to him and he knew it was so
    for no mere dream could such deep love give.
    In his heart of heart he saw her radiance grow
    and with that joyful reality he began again to live!

    Alas! Such deep bliss was never meant to be
    He woke, an undelivered love letter on the table.
    Outside he ran, saw her name carved into the tree
    and only then recalled, she was the princess in a fable!

    Sad and dejected, he went back inside, to his bed
    to find her yet again, always in his dreaming head!

    R.J. Lindley .
    April 9th, 1973
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    SO LONG AGO, YET I STILL REMEMBER THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM--TYR

    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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    Until Gabriel Blows That Sounding Horn

    What of long treading years, in a vast wasteland spent,
    guilt for shamelessly trekking along on safe trails
    Was such the life for decent, true and brave men meant
    or vacant treasury of a sad life that fails?
    Do such mercenary lusts, placate such lost souls,
    where hearts languish in invisible prisons deep
    Is it best to live as burrowing blind moles
    or best to live our dreams when we are not asleep?

    What of sacrifices of those we most admire
    their many cuts and bruises fearlessly endured
    They that themselves put their own feet to the fire
    rather that walk seeking life boringly insured
    What of a Bowie, Crockett, Jackson or a Boone
    think they had such well known adventures without pain
    Life is for living, it is over far too soon
    be not those playing along seeking no hard strain!

    If not for such brave, hardy souls where would we be
    what freedoms and immense futures would we now hold
    True freedom demands blood from those who would be free
    which is why such great heroes stories are oft told!
    Dark world commands that we must for freedom defend
    our dear lives, hopes and magnificent dreams thus born
    If at such sad costs, to hell we must others send
    we should do so til Gabriel blows sounding horn!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2018
    (DEDICATED TO ALL THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN THAT HAVE MADE THIS NATION GREAT AND ESPECIALLY TO THOSE THAT SERVED IN OUR MILITARY TO DEFEND IT.)
    Edited and lengthened today from a poem written back in 1976. -Tyr

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    Total # Syllables: 288
    Total # Words: 220
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 01-13-2018 at 04:03 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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    R.J. Lindley,
    Originally written, July 12th, 1974
    Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires)

    Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled.

    New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true...

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    Total # Words: 180
    If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On

    If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
    If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

    If Fate is no friend and pain is, dream on
    for Hope waits in dreams to give it's rewards
    If favorite songs have lost their sweet tone
    know bliss may await, in your future cards.

    If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
    If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

    If love denies, that you exist, dream on
    oft love is elusive, fickle as Fate
    If years feel wasted and forever gone
    know life promises, " It is not too late"

    If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
    If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

    If bad health and Death are inside your door
    believe that Hope and life can still joy give
    If failing, you always dream of much more
    know dreams can help, the final life you live.

    If your dreams fail to come, dream on, dream on
    If your life bores, seems dumb, dream on, dream on

    R.J. Lindley,
    Originally written, July 12th, 1974
    Rhyme, ( Dreams and Sweet Desires)


    Old Note- We are what we dream if we live up to those sweet dreams and are blessed to see their great promises fulfilled.

    New Note- 1-14-2018- Edited slightly today to present this from my private journal. Has taken many decades but I have now found that the old note written when I was young and quite naive, is true...

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    Decided today, to bring this old poem out from its hidden place in my private journal.--Tyr

    ************************************************** ********************

    Presenting , an edited version of the poem shown above , edited by my dear friend, exceptionally talented fellow poet, Lin Lane...

    If Your Dreams Fail To Fulfill, Dream On, Dream On

    If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on
    If your life is a bore or seems dumb, dream on

    If Fate is not a friend but pain seems to be, dream on
    for Hope waits for us in dreams to give its rewards
    If favorite songs have lost the sweetness of tone
    know bliss may await in the next turn of cards.

    If your dreams fail to come true
    there is something you can do
    dream on, always dream on

    If love denies your desire, or that you exist, dream on
    Too oft love is elusive and as fickle as Fate
    If you feel years have been wasted, forever gone
    know that life holds promises, " It is never too late."

    If your dreams fail to come true
    Remember gray skies will turn blue
    dream on, keep dreaming on

    If bad health and Death have knocked on your door
    believe that Faith will guide you to joy it can give
    If you keep failing, with God build a better rapport
    Don't allow your dreams to die. They deserve to live.

    If your dreams fail to come true, dream on, dream on
    Don't relinquish your reveries to hither and yon
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Yesterday at 11:03 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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