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    Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve
    PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered")


    The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too
    Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky
    Once seen, it would hold you like super glue
    Only with life cursed, could you find out why.

    There it hid, back in ancient forest deep,
    Lording over seven massive black stones
    With it's mystery treasures it would keep,
    Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones.

    Some few dared look at it under moonlight
    For tales told of horrific bloody scenes
    Some went crazy while others lost their sight
    As it showed what real horror truly means!

    Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried
    Only man to see its darkest depths before he died
    Fodder for dark tales written until his grave
    Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave.

    Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues
    Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words
    Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues
    Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird!

    Later one man studied well, this haunting tale
    One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be
    Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell
    Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree.

    There was method to his madness and brave plan
    Yet others would quake if they had only known
    He a great author, poet and even braver man
    Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own!

    For twenty years he had researched and learned
    Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong
    With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned
    He often visited with bright sun tagging along.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Nov. 17th, 1974


    (NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


    Part Two, (The First Dream)
    now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten....

    What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses
    Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses.
    Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit
    Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"?

    Can one foresee the message that is being sent
    Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint?
    Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true,
    While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you!

    Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight
    Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light.
    Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap,
    Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap.

    Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep
    If not, then consequences would be sad and steep.
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    I Recall, You Named It Your Bluebird Sky

    When this life gets hard, I refuse to yield
    I go to rest in shade of poplar field-
    Cool breeze and sunny skies laughing above
    You think of you, and great depths of our love:
    Dear sweet echoes in your singing at dawn,
    Poplar field, its mother deer and her fawn;
    How Nature gave truth and wed both our hearts
    So wisely joined two such differing parts.
    Looking through tall trees and pondering why
    I recall, you named it, your bluebird sky.
    Nature found and truly blessed me and you,
    Cemented love and with its own super glue;
    When those poplar leaves flutter soft and sing,
    I see grace and beauty, know what it brings.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-04-2018
    SONNET, ( Love, Life, Youth And Nature's Truth Found In Poplar Field)


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    What My Muse Told Me Late One Stormy Night

    Poetry splashed ink, seen by blinded eyes
    What horrors! Words that makes one stop to think-
    About this world and its circus of lies
    Do not read, touch or even dare to blink.
    Yet a poet dares spend precious time
    Oft brooding, colluding and losing sleep
    Ink rained down, yes, in that abandoned rhyme
    To other's dismay, some of it is deep.

    Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show
    And dead-ink horses only serve to beat.
    Freedom never served, never seems to grow
    Dead horses stink and are not good to eat!

    Apples hanging red are ready to pluck
    Tho' orchard may only be ancient trees
    Why toss good fruit into the mire and the muck
    It is not as if locks never need keys
    Hold those horses, old Tex has more to say
    With his six-guns out and ready to blast
    Tex yells, "varmints best that you kneel to pray"
    Best do it now and make damn sure its fast!

    Tex was right, empty six-guns are for show
    And dead-ink horses only serve to beat.
    Freedom never served, never seems to grow
    Dead horses stink and are not good to eat!

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-05-2018
    (Horses need riders and green pastures)
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    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 240
    Total # Words: 188

    Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death.
    Found again (and finished) this afternoon in an old poetry book.
    When A Poet Feels A Break Is Needed

    O at the times I swore to drop this pen,
    rejoin the multitudes of normal men.
    Those sleepless nights, this old writing hand ached,
    from sweat and tears, true poet can not fake.
    Times when being stalled gave me heaving fits
    and dark dream writing came from hellish pits.
    O the words I have splashed forth and cursed
    the rewrites and sad edits I have nursed.

    Why not abandon poet's heavy heart
    go back before this addiction did start.
    Turn to the light and life begin anew,
    hold out for better and receive my due.
    Walk into meadows, bright flowered and green
    look to the future as a bright eyed teen.
    Stare into the heavens on moonlit nights
    see and refuse to ink the starry lights.

    If my soul can decide to turn away,
    renounce this addiction on that fine day.
    Race into new life and as wordless man,
    give ink and paper an eternal ban.
    Learn to live without this deep blessed curse
    rest in my solitude and feel no worse.
    Should that day come and my mind so abide
    I'll forever, my inner thoughts thus hide.

    Robert J. Lindley
    Feb. 22nd 2017


    Note- Started on the date shown, but finished today. A poem fragment I had misplaced when writing in deepest agony and heartache, after my mother's death. Found again this afternoon in an old poetry book.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    I opened a poetry book found in a nightstand drawer today and thus this poem was born from the poem fragment in that book..
    I had no memory of writing it but I saw that I had done so a few weeks after my mother's death.
    I felt it was a must that -- I FINISH IT TODAY AND PRESENT IT..-TYR
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    Now Too Old And Who The Hell Cares

    He was old, too tired and alone
    feeling sadness deep in his bones.
    Paper cursed, his pen went bad
    night was dark, heartbreak was so sad.

    Looking back, his life full of scars
    few he got fighting in bars.
    Now too old and who the hell cares
    that a poet's words he now shares?

    Dread, that deep dread that dark nights bring
    can poet words, speak of such things?
    What solace, can memories give
    when years are far too few to live?

    Ah, but this he still thinks of you
    true love found, found both of you two.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2018
    Sonnet (In eight's)( Dark night Echoes
    )

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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    Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

    A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
    Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
    A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
    With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
    Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
    As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
    She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
    Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
    An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
    Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
    Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
    Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

    Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
    With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
    Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
    With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
    Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
    Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
    Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
    Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears.
    She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
    Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
    Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
    Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

    A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
    Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
    A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
    With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
    Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
    As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
    She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
    Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
    Am angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
    Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
    Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
    Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

    Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018
    Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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

    NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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

    Edit, 3-03-2018- This poem won Poem Of The Day at my home poetry site, a few days ago. Also it placed 2nd IN A CONTEST.
    Beaten by a truly magnificent poem that I too thought was superior......-Tyr
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    Excellent, Robert.

    When do we get to see the rest?


    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve
    PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered")


    The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too
    Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky
    Once seen, it would hold you like super glue
    Only with life cursed, could you find out why.

    There it hid, back in ancient forest deep,
    Lording over seven massive black stones
    With it's mystery treasures it would keep,
    Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones.

    Some few dared look at it under moonlight
    For tales told of horrific bloody scenes
    Some went crazy while others lost their sight
    As it showed what real horror truly means!

    Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried
    Only man to see its darkest depths before he died
    Fodder for dark tales written until his grave
    Its treasures kept, words were all it ever gave.

    Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues
    Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words
    Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues
    Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird!

    Later one man studied well, this haunting tale
    One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be
    Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell
    Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree.

    There was method to his madness and brave plan
    Yet others would quake if they had only known
    He a great author, poet and even braver man
    Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own!

    For twenty years he had researched and learned
    Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong
    With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned
    He often visited with bright sun tagging along.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Nov. 17th, 1974


    (NEXT- PART TWO OF THREE- THE FIRST VISIT)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


    Part Two, (The First Dream)
    now presented here as it is being edited/rewritten....

    What of this dark world and its Raven(-ous) curses
    Macabre, horror and Poe-driven black hearses.
    Nights Poe's mad-driven, lost soul dares to visit
    Fear arrives and your tortured mind cries,"what is it"?

    Can one foresee the message that is being sent
    Or power of the darkness, even a mere hint?
    Nay! Such nightmares, life holds no reality true,
    While Raven, its dark shadows eat away at you!

    Yet one brave soul, dared to this dark reality fight
    Remain sane, look further in dawn's welcoming light.
    Could he survive, Poe's riddles, its darkness unwrap,
    Not go insane midnight walls sounding tap, tap, tap.

    Solve the deep mystery and its treasures thus keep
    If not, then consequences would be sad and steep.
    Ecclesiastes 10:2 - A wise man's heart directs him to the right, but a foolish man's heart directs him to the left.
    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    "It's not how you start, it's how you finish."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Russ View Post
    Excellent, Robert.

    When do we get to see the rest?
    Thinks for reminding me my friend. I had written 6 verses , stopped to do other things family duties ,etc. and had forgotten to go back to complete this piece. This much longer, more complex poems seem to tire me out now, when younger they did not. Back than I'd write three/four hours nonstop to complete a 48 or 64 verse poem.
    To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn.

    This old poem is in the process of a major rewrite, so I am rewriting most of it to fit a syllable count, flow smoother and give greater imagery.. -Tyr.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    To answer your question, nor sure but you have stirred me to continue on this poem today after dropping my son Justin off at school this morn.
    -Tyr.
    Thank you, Robert. This post made my day.
    Ecclesiastes 10:2 - A wise man's heart directs him to the right, but a foolish man's heart directs him to the left.
    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    "It's not how you start, it's how you finish."

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    The Prayer


    Strike me quick, should I dare to stray
    cast me into dark dungeons of disarray
    Cut this tongue from my lost ailing head
    weep not immense flow of bleeding red

    Steady my feet upon well trodden path
    grant me dawn's light, stay thy wrath
    In glow of greater ever brighter lights
    hold me safe through darkest of nights

    Stand clear with thy ever helpful sign
    to thy love and mercy let my heart resign
    Through my youth, bless my tender years
    walk with me, help me conquer my fears

    Shine thy moon and stars with deeper gleam
    that I may see and hold thee in greater esteem
    Touch my soul, let me hear thy heavenly voice
    that I may choose thy love, my only choice

    Shield me from this dark world's great decay
    hear this sincere prayer I now gladly pray
    Grant me refuge under thy Heavenly throne
    that in my death, I not remain all alone

    Hear this my weary and most solemn request
    grant me greater wisdom to do my very best
    In dark times allow me to touch thy hands
    stay the evil and rot of these wicked lands

    Pray I, my life has not been in utter vain
    for thy glory, I have striven thy love to gain
    As I beseech thee, see this my heart
    gift the blessed day we shall not be apart

    R.J. Lindley,
    August 9th, 1971


    Note-- Old poem, edited slightly this morn to present.
    I was age 17 when I wrote this one, two years after my father's death..
    I could have edited more but I wanted to keep it as close to the original-
    to keep the imagery, thoughts and tone of my youth and earlier composing.
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    Such Time, Images Cause Angels To Weep

    In a room, an ancient table sat,
    on it an open book
    An open closet with coat and a hat,
    a dream death and its look.

    In a dark house, silence that weaves and flows
    in its long halls, sorrow sings
    In its backyard, weeping trees full of crows
    dark melody, that death brings.

    In the night, its long shadows spin and play
    embraced by the moon's glows
    Darkness, terror that relieves bright of day
    fear, that nobody knows.

    A sad dream, Poe walks in his weary sleep
    Such time, images cause angels to weep.

    Robert J. Lindley
    2-28-2017
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    Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018
    Sad Sonnet in eights...

    Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today
    with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained...

    Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
    Total # Syllables: 112
    Total # Words: 90
    *******************************************


    When Epic Sadness Strikes The Heart

    She stood there, in the silent roar
    alone, in crowd of lustful fools.
    Invisible, huge hole love tore
    despite her beauty's greatest tools.

    As they marveled at her bright glow
    she shuddered at their ugly gaze.
    With great pain, she had came to know
    love's truths are hidden in a maze.

    Music, began to thaw her heart
    their song, the dance floor was soon filled.
    Brief moment they were not apart
    IN A MERE BLINK, HER HEART WAS THRILLED.

    Next she knelt, weeping all alone
    tears falling upon his headstone.

    Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2018
    Sad Sonnet in eights...


    Note- I wrote this back in 2001, presented today
    with a few edits and a bit more wisdom gained...

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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    Up Around The Next Bend, Walking Our Traveling Bones

    I long for those days when body was fast, mind was faster
    earth was a wonderful place and I was its master.
    Reality was what a youthful mind and soul made it out to be
    we yearned to have it all and still live our lives free.

    What wonderful dreams that fantasy world once held
    until the forest was no more, every tree was felled.
    Time was the great enemy we thought we could defeat
    we found we could not, even if we dared to cheat!

    Up around the next bend, walking our traveling bones
    no talking around the world on our handy cell phones.
    We said our sweet words to pretty gals face to face
    I regret sweet times that Time changes did so erase.

    I sit here, dreaming of wild youth and my distant past.
    Crying out loud- O' why- why the hell couldn't it last!

    Robert J. Lindley
    3-05-2018
    Rhyme, a look back (Rock n Roll Days and Pretty Gals)


    Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth..
    Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs ..
    Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out.


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    Note- I turned 64 today, March the fifth..
    Thought about my youth and sat down to write this poem after listening to several Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) hit songs ..
    Up Around The Bend, their great song , got me started and this flowed right on out.


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
    Dear Robert!
    Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you.



    Reflections on a walk


    Today was the last bell in school
    And now a grown young daughter.
    About youth! I again thee ill,
    But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here.
    Going back to Tsarskoe Selo -
    Where transparency to light.

    Thirty years have passed after childhood,
    Already soul all the more difficult to undress
    Already increasingly want to walk
    Not at the table, and an old silent Park,
    Which in September is not hot,
    Where the young leaves do not promise,
    Where the young leaves do not promise.

    Already the old women seem to be family,
    And girls like dolls clockwork,
    And Mozart smile all the better.
    Leaving after midnight, neighbors,
    Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten,
    And the trash make it go in the muffler.

    In our home as a cloud wandered
    And glass with glass.
    We will survive the rain,
    I Yes you, the two of us.

    Already twenty years after school,
    The world and my friends are no longer young,
    Not spared us the trouble side.
    But the night is dark and day as before, light,
    Grow and children grow,
    Let our autumn will be in the spring.

    Ten years have passed after wedding,
    Already not rushing to visit at this time of night,
    And grandmothers come to visit
    Birthday time, and once the day of death,
    And the third time when the heart squeezes
    The desire for grandchildren to stay.

    Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding
    Friends, don't go, for God's sake,
    We are not to change.
    And let sometimes it is very tight,
    But we got accustomed to each other,
    Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes
    Let us not be ashamed of the old walls.

    In our home as a cloud wandered
    And glass with glass.
    We will survive the rain,
    I Yes you, the two of us.




    Prophetic

    Get lost, don't know where...
    Wonderland looked:
    By cold, water
    In dirty rags
    Across the river, in a moment
    Walked as on dry land, man -
    Whether past his face,
    Whether in the future...

    Pasumarthy Meza,
    And blizzards are all circling...
    I the eyes saw,
    Heard a beat.
    Lonely and hump,
    Not my was fate?
    Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip
    Numb suddenly...

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    And the old man everything went like a dream,
    Powder barefoot,
    Whether into the distance beyond the horizon,
    Whether in the depths of the earth...
    And blackened altitude,
    And snowflakes, sing Charter,
    On it lay the camp,
    Yes not melted...

    Suddenly, in a ringing silence
    He turned to me,
    Sends shivers down my spine
    Icy wave -
    Looked at me... and slept...
    The old man, who are you? cried,
    And the old man laughed,
    Shinou out of sight.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Not believe my eyes,
    Wrote all in tears,
    Maybe all that was there,
    Imagined...
    But in the mirror, friends,
    Suddenly I saw it.
    Obviously the meeting that my
    Still prophetic.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.
    Last edited by Balu; 03-05-2018 at 02:56 AM.
    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Balu View Post
    Dear Robert!
    Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you.



    Reflections on a walk


    Today was the last bell in school
    And now a grown young daughter.
    About youth! I again thee ill,
    But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here.
    Going back to Tsarskoe Selo -
    Where transparency to light.

    Thirty years have passed after childhood,
    Already soul all the more difficult to undress
    Already increasingly want to walk
    Not at the table, and an old silent Park,
    Which in September is not hot,
    Where the young leaves do not promise,
    Where the young leaves do not promise.

    Already the old women seem to be family,
    And girls like dolls clockwork,
    And Mozart smile all the better.
    Leaving after midnight, neighbors,
    Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten,
    And the trash make it go in the muffler.

    In our home as a cloud wandered
    And glass with glass.
    We will survive the rain,
    I Yes you, the two of us.

    Already twenty years after school,
    The world and my friends are no longer young,
    Not spared us the trouble side.
    But the night is dark and day as before, light,
    Grow and children grow,
    Let our autumn will be in the spring.

    Ten years have passed after wedding,
    Already not rushing to visit at this time of night,
    And grandmothers come to visit
    Birthday time, and once the day of death,
    And the third time when the heart squeezes
    The desire for grandchildren to stay.

    Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding
    Friends, don't go, for God's sake,
    We are not to change.
    And let sometimes it is very tight,
    But we got accustomed to each other,
    Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes
    Let us not be ashamed of the old walls.

    In our home as a cloud wandered
    And glass with glass.
    We will survive the rain,
    I Yes you, the two of us.




    Prophetic

    Get lost, don't know where...
    Wonderland looked:
    By cold, water
    In dirty rags
    Across the river, in a moment
    Walked as on dry land, man -
    Whether past his face,
    Whether in the future...

    Pasumarthy Meza,
    And blizzards are all circling...
    I the eyes saw,
    Heard a beat.
    Lonely and hump,
    Not my was fate?
    Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip
    Numb suddenly...

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    And the old man everything went like a dream,
    Powder barefoot,
    Whether into the distance beyond the horizon,
    Whether in the depths of the earth...
    And blackened altitude,
    And snowflakes, sing Charter,
    On it lay the camp,
    Yes not melted...

    Suddenly, in a ringing silence
    He turned to me,
    Sends shivers down my spine
    Icy wave -
    Looked at me... and slept...
    The old man, who are you? cried,
    And the old man laughed,
    Shinou out of sight.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Not believe my eyes,
    Wrote all in tears,
    Maybe all that was there,
    Imagined...
    But in the mirror, friends,
    Suddenly I saw it.
    Obviously the meeting that my
    Still prophetic.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.

    Field, field, field,
    White, white box, smoke.
    Hair was blacker than pitch
    Became Silver.
    Thank you my friend. That is some great poetry you have posted.
    This last year since mother's death I have really started to feel my age.
    And I can tell my writing is feeling it as well..--Tyr
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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