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    Anguished Winds, Carried Feverish Cries

    I rested upon a barren stone slab
    When winter's breath had frozen me so stiff
    In my dark abode, all was silently drab
    Of meadow flowers not even a whiff.
    Above the tingle of dawn's waking skies
    Within its aura, a whispering death
    Anguished winds, carried feverish cries
    And sorrows begging no pitiful breath.

    Beloved friends I had are dead and gone
    All rotting black and deep-six underground
    With no beating sun to bleach white their bones
    And no ears to hear the wind's tempestuous sound.
    Where lies my crypt to hold these sad remains
    Or tombstone to mark my last resting place
    Was my life more than its dark wicked stains
    And truth of her loss my final disgrace.

    Why holds this my strongest and pleading thought
    Of those treasures of happiness I miss
    I regret this trap, its teeth I am caught
    Never again have her sweet lips to kiss.
    Sun is setting, night sends its waiting song
    Its hollow voice sings in fantastic tune
    No more can I join racing human throng
    Or dance in the summer's ballad of June.

    Darkness falls, soul begs another abode
    I wish only to leave this airy world
    My aches are born from this desperate cold
    Pray soon, in Heaven's arms I am hurled.
    Treat not this my last message and its note
    As if this fool had made no better mark
    I tarried not, I got fine candles to tote
    In case I end up in the scary dark.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-01-2019
    Rhyme, ( Embracing The Cold-Hearted Ghost Of Darkest Death)



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    Starting this new thread, to post most all of my newer poems in, regardless of poetry form used..-Tyr
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    Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief

    In the gnashing of teeth rests
    a curse hurled at infinity
    with its smug cannons of false piety
    and impudent airs of erosion.
    Where that mystical Chalice of Hope
    walks upon its three broken legs
    seven poison arrows await delivery
    unto Dawn's wide and gaping jaws.
    As solemn cries quake the dying tree
    untouched fruit, begs the ants
    see our value, our sorrows
    and tear into us, divinely.
    From within hurt's final locket
    golden relief asks no more
    midnight flights of fancy
    or delicious dregs of sad sorrows.
    From seas of swarming inequities
    fly certainty of rectitude
    pipes of anxiety
    chasms of cavernous solitude
    and spasms of deepest regrets.
    Where hides oceans of serenity
    touch of soft velvety clouds
    fertile soils of sweet charity
    warmth of dawn's gasping lights
    its new greeting hands?

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
    Free verse, ( Thoughts My Muse Once Forbade Me To Ink )
    Note: From this following old poem fragment that I recently found
    on the back of one of my longer poems, I sat down and decided to
    write a free verse creation from that ancient time in my life and my
    memory of my thoughts back then..
    ("As I walk short plank over hollow seas
    Begging my feet to race ever faster
    Or else jump as if all falling was free
    And no more was Fate my truest master!"
    RJL,1973 )


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    To The God of Poetry, Gift Thy Loving Kiss

    To the God of Poetry, I this beg
    extend thy helping hand, reclaim my pen
    should we fail, falling to break racing legs
    from Poet's heart forgive we mortal men.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    To the God of Poetry, this I plead
    look deeper into our soul-searching hearts
    for there hides, rose-red in the ink we bleed
    and beautiful melody in verse we impart.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    To the God of Poetry, this I ask
    should we weaken, in writing lose our way
    shine brighter lights, in love's warmth, let us bask
    even if our words are weak, let us stay.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    To the God of Poetry, this I know
    thy power is in thy mercy and love
    forgive us each and every low blow
    grant us each, angelic muse from above.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    To the God of Poetry, this I need
    wisdom from thy spirit, its great power
    harvested crops of thy beautiful seed
    in thy Light live, not in the dark cower.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    To the God of Poetry, this I give
    devotion, from mind and my busy hands
    blessings returned, from joy which I live
    heart's sweeter songs, across thy golden lands.
    Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
    We poets know, thy love can not be bought!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2019
    Rhyme, (Replying to Panagiota Romios's-- finely woven and deeply inspiring, poem titled- "To The God Of Poetry")
    I composed this piece early this morn, before the sun rose to gift the day its brilliant hues, promised blessings and sweet
    hours to love and be loved..

    Note: To poets, poetry is far more than just writing- it is the act of joining.
    Joining in communicating, sharing, creating, singing, dancing, loving, living
    and many other beautiful blessings/emotions. The more communication/sharing the better for us all. The more gifting verse, words for future generations the better for us all..


    Inspired by your superbly crafted poem my great friend..

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 05-09-2019 at 03:54 AM.
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    R.J. Lindley,
    January 10th, 1974
    Sonnet, ( asking why the barnyard rooster crows.)

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    One Of The Deepest Mysteries Of Life

    If the wistful wind sighs, and I take my last breath
    will my mortal soul weep only at this, my death?
    Can man live, our existence ever understand
    death is natural, its living we must withstand?

    If years eat away at eager heart, soul and mind
    can true love and moonlight stroll release such a bind?
    Shall warm kisses found under bright glistening stars
    banish sad memories, remove deepest of scars?

    If sent, will blessings renew hope and faithful thought
    on the correctness of Love, the kind never bought?
    When whispering winds proclaim Life is too cruel
    know this, Love is most magnificent of jewels.

    If heart and soul can unite to dear romance seek.
    Into vagaries of Life and Fate we may peek.

    R.J. Lindley,
    January 10th, 1974
    Sonnet, ( asking why the barnyard rooster crows.)


    Note- A sonnet now presented, as was requested..

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    Forty-five years ago, I wrote this and have no recall of why or my even doing so.
    Presented with no editing, exactly as it was composed in my youth...--Tyr
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    Robert J. Lindley,
    March 12th 2002
    Rhyme, ( What The Golden Sun Bring'eth To Mankind)

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    The Loud Cries, Brightest Depths Of Summer Hues

    The loud cries, brightest depths of summer hues!
    Gold gleaming on broad fields of flashing grain;
    Numerous as if sands upon sea shore
    Nature wouldst this beauty never deny
    Spring's great new glory in its birthing pains
    The loud cries, brightest depths of summer hues!

    The meritorious winds, summer's love!
    The adventure of red fox hunt and chase;
    Passionate and true as lovers implore
    Lust for the living and heart's softer steps
    Cupid's deep thrusts, arrow's fruits not erase
    The meritorious winds, summer's love!

    The sweetness of summer songs have now fled!
    The angry wasps have forsaken their nests:
    Dried hanging as if to be never more
    Death wouldst dar'est accursed dark levies take
    Living heart from singing in mortal chests
    The sweetness of summer songs have now fled!

    The loud cries, brightest depths of summer hues!
    Gold gleaming on broad fields of flashing grain;
    Numerous as if sands upon sea shore
    Nature wouldst this beauty never deny
    Spring's great new glory in its birthing pains
    The loud cries, brightest depths of summer hues!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    March 12th 2002
    Rhyme, ( What The Golden Sun Bring'eth To Mankind)


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    Decided to present this one today. Leave the dark poetry alone for a while..-Tyr
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    Now She Begs Me Come, Calling Out My Name

    He faced the opening of the dark door
    with his solemn thoughts and no last goodbye
    He had lived a great life but wanted more
    another life, another better try.

    Death just stood there with its wicked grinning
    Saying, you knew this from the beginning.

    Words, damn words, that stung so evil and deep
    his brave heart begged him rise up to fight
    Crying, come man this is no time to sleep
    command death to leave, now you found the light.

    Death just stood there with its wicked grinning
    Saying, you knew this from the beginning.

    He knew in his weeping soul, this was it
    no more would dawn's rays wake his sleeping eyes
    With that dreadful thought, sorrow truly hit
    and he cursed life and dark morbid sky.

    Death just stood there with its wicked grinning
    Saying, you knew this from the beginning.

    Rising, courage summoned, he cried out this
    your power can destroy this mortal frame
    Yet I have known her love and her sweet kiss
    now she begs me come, calling out my name.

    Death just stood there with its wicked grinning
    Saying, you knew this from the beginning.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-15-2019
    Rhyme, ( That Which Death Can Never Hear )


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    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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

    Folks this piece was written with a friend of mine in mind, he himself passed away back in the early 90's.
    He had told me about her that he lost, and how it affected him. Even how sometimes she visited him at night after she had passed away.
    The rest of the poem is poet imagination, creativity and writer's romanticism at play. The dark in this piece is that Death plays no favorites and strikes its victims at any age..
    And Death is the true enemy, death and its great ally Time.
    I sharpen my sword, hold onto my shield
    for sorrow visited me dark of night.
    I standeth my ground, and never ever yield
    from Southern birth my middle name is fight. -Tyr
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    To The Heart Of Viking Legends And Thor's Great Oath,
    Part One, (In tribute to, the fine poem, "The Old Gods",
    by Calvin Dill Wilson)



    When the Olden Gods cast mortals aside
    such was hopeless and part of divine Fate
    Now in far nether realms they sulk and hide
    waiting cosmos to universe divide
    Odin's rage, Tyr's sad heart do not forgive
    blasphemy in which mankind chose to live.

    Valhalla requests, Odin, Tyr and Thor
    enter our dreams to inspire and to thrive
    magnificent glory their inner core
    for within mankind, their seed is alive
    Disenchanted that their offspring dared to fail
    their earth wept, birthing deep new pits of Hell.

    Poison leeched into earth's clear flowing streams
    darkness dominated once soft-blue seas
    Seeing that, in fury they sent sad dreams
    tho' many sent their loud, desperate pleas
    Yet temptations ruled over many men
    as the new Dark Lord, set his evil grin!

    From malignant throne, Loki at his side
    this world he soon blackened and did so smite
    Gave his friend Loki a dragon to ride
    ordered up ferocious monsters at night
    Odin's Sun kept Dark beasts halfway at bay
    radiance of Light, covered man at day.

    Alas! The faithful few still living now
    hidden in mountains of protective stone
    Searching for fresh new fertile fields to plow
    amidst evil world with hate overgrown
    Those few, gods that desired to hold trust true
    went to mountains to give mankind its due.

    Vast armory of shields and swords they keep
    Brokkr and Eitri, set magic into blades
    For immense sorrows this world sends, they weep
    swearing never shall their loyalty fade
    For even Loki's wrath they do not fear
    nor allow his hateful lies bend their ears.

    When moon shall for thirteen nights shineth red
    Thor sworn by Valhalla oath to return
    To avenge warriors, Dark Lord hath bled
    restore cities Loki's dragon has burned
    Sworn Valhalla's warriors as his kin
    Thor, protects the weak and honors brave men!

    Hold true this promise and its future tale
    by Odin's words his son can not deny
    his deeds, courage, which warriors regale
    by his might, Mjölnir shall yet again fly!
    With Mjölnir, and courage born in his blood
    Thor and Tyr's wrath will pour out as a flood!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-21-2019
    Rhyme, ( Courage, That Which Honor Holds Sacred And True )
    To The Heart Of Viking Legends And Thor's Great Oath,
    Part One, In tribute to, the poem, The Old Gods,
    by Calvin Dill Wilson


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    Total # Words: 352

    1. Link to the very fine Tribute poem
    by Calvin Dill Wilson, 1918, "The Old Gods"
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...ontentId=14109
    2. https://www.bartleby.com/300/1292.html


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    Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2019
    Rhyme, ( In Poetry, The Whimsical Wind That Speaks)

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    Shall We Dare To Venture Forth To Consult The Stone

    Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone
    knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone
    yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise one finds
    hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented minds
    Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign
    adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane!

    Yet in the midst of a gentle Spring storm raining
    Nature can and does send hope without explaining
    its constant bounty nor its most blessed reprieves
    from humanity's woes and mortal death that grieves
    deeply shattered hearts, the ruin of such tragic souls
    or Fate and its mysterious accursed goals!

    Shall we dare to venture forth to consult the stone
    ask it about death, sense of loss when we are gone
    demand answers, it has gathered from wayward winds
    or beg more knowledge of what our future portends
    Nay! Such folly, we know it would surely dismiss
    asking us instead, did princess blush, her first kiss?

    Whimsical wind that bloweth upon a cold stone
    knoweth men are lost, ill consoled when left alone
    yet upon resplendent dawn's great promise can find
    hope's first waiting of truth, relief of tormented mind
    Alas! Now such winds whimper and refuse to reign
    adding to epic tragedy and mortal bane!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-22-2019
    Rhyme, ( In Poetry, The Whimsical Wind That Speaks)


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    After reading a couple dozen of my older poems written in the mid 70's, I sat down and composed this poem today.
    I hope that you may enjoy reading it and knowing that life is so very much deeper than we mortals ever realize.
    And it usually holds so very much more promise than we ever allow our hearts to ever seek.
    Fortunate is the person that finds that out before going through that last dark door, IMHO..---Tyr
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    As Silence Reigns

    The sun burns its dark crystals in my mind
    the maple tree oozes its sticky flesh,
    as the silence reigns
    Begging sky cries from sun and its scorching flames
    as blinded ground wakes to scampering winds,
    their voices roaring into eternity
    as the silence reigns
    The flower meadows reach for gasping tones,
    demanding Nature plunge about its glories
    and in their frenzy, miss dancing clouds above
    as the silence reigns
    The life that invades this body mine,
    seeks control over sad singing heart
    to smother love's bounty and allow Time to eat eternity,
    as the silence reigns

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2019
    Free verse, ( A darkened look into Earth, Life and Eternity )


    a poem fragment, comes and stops

    I that stomp ripe grapes with my feet
    grasp at shadows from falling leaf,
    yet fearful of darkness I meet
    ever mindful of souls in grief.
    Make wine from grapes plucked by hand
    pray aloud, as barefoot I stand.

    A fragment that sets its own sails
    over waters shimmering deep
    stray-shot arrows, that heart impales
    within darken dreams life tells
    O' pain let mercy see thy face
    as sorrows replay youth's disgrace.


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    True Blue Fisherman He Longed To Be

    Once a seeking lad of long dreamt desires
    true blue fisherman he longed to be
    within summer's heat, its burning hot fires
    went he through desert to welcoming sea
    Only to find that it had no hungry fish
    nor even lobster, his favorite dish!

    Trekked he on back, to his small hometown lake
    with rod and reel in his young trusty hands
    swore, I am a fisherman, not a fake
    no more of fishing failures can I stand
    With that he baited his first shiny hook
    saying, fish live here not in a damn book!

    Casting away, far out into yon deep
    over to were the big catfish oft hid
    Swore he, I will eat fish before I sleep
    fried in cast iron pan with no lid
    With that spat out, he felt some long hard jerks
    delighted that his fresh earthworm bait works!

    Reeling in his long line to beat the band
    hoping for grand daddy catfish to eat
    now firm gripping rod with both of his hands
    with a hard yank, a boot lands at his feet
    Aghast, at this failure and its great shock
    from old boot fell out only torn red sock!

    Spouting curses that would make sailors blush
    re-baited, out farther he cast his line
    praying for fish, then that long silent hush
    huge fish was landed, life seemed so fine
    Swelled with pride, as this was a full meal
    cried, fisherman am I, the real deal!

    R.J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1973
    Rhyme, ( A Young Boy And Heart's Truest Of Desires )



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    A Poetic Trilogy On Life's Great Beauty

    (I.)
    Beauty That Many Of Us Oft Miss

    Skies dancing above Nature's treasures
    With birds flying through its rainbow lights
    Greatness, man can not truly measure
    After seen, its beautiful delights.

    Sunrise, with its bright, radiant dawns
    Morn begging, get up to sweet life meet
    Mother doe and her new, speckled fawns
    Undisturbed as new green grass they eat.

    Earth blesses us with Nature's pleasures!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2019
    Lind9999- Rhyme, ( What Opened Eyes, May One Fine Day See )
    Subject: Nature

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    Total # Words: 57

    Note, new poetry form, Lind9999
    nine syllables each verse, nine verses total,
    Two -4 verse stanza and a single closing ninth verse
    ninth verse must rhyme with the first verse.

    (II)
    Wilderness Where Wild Horses Run Free

    Wilderness where wild horses run free
    Its clear flowing streams gushing along
    Prairie flowers feeding honey bees
    Cowhands camping out there singing songs.

    Cooler winds underneath midnight moon
    Sparkling stars bright glowing gasping skies
    Such divine beauty makes true heart swoon
    As far away heard, a panther cries.

    Seen and felt, wherein wild horses be.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2019
    Lind9999- Rhyme, ( Yes, some such rare places still exist )
    Subject: Nature and Horses

    Syllables Per Line:0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9
    Total # Syllables: 81
    Total # Words: 55

    Note, new poetry form, Lind9999
    nine syllables each verse, nine verses total,
    Two -4 verse stanza and a single closing ninth verse
    ninth verse must rhyme with the first verse.

    (III.)
    Yellow Moon Above, Our Friendly Lamp

    Peaceful scene beneath heavenly skies
    Beloved forest retreat and camp
    Watching fire burn as day's catch fries
    Yellow moon above, our friendly lamp.

    Friends and family having great fun
    For life doesn't get better than this
    This does it, no hustling on the run
    Sharing a slice of heavenly bliss.

    Memories of life's past joyful cries.

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-26-2019
    Lind9999- Rhyme, ( Remembering past times, and wonderful dreams )
    Subject: Nature, Family, Friends and Love


    Syllables Per Line:0 9 9 9 9 0 9 9 9 9 0 9
    Total # Syllables: 81
    Total # Words: 56

    Note, new poetry form, Lind9999
    nine syllables each verse, nine verses total,
    Two -4 verse stanza and a single closing ninth verse
    ninth verse must rhyme with the first verse.


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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    A Poetic Trilogy On Life's Dark Blows

    (I.)
    Saddest Man, Behind The Saddest Mask

    Saddest man, behind the saddest mask
    hides his sorrows, so please do not ask
    if love has destroyed his beating heart
    if sorrows overwhelmed from the start!

    A child he saw the world, its great dark
    that black curse, made its malignant mark
    even child toys had crying faces
    their pains shown, left cancerous traces!

    To heal, finding Love 's blessings his task!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-2019
    Dark Rhyme, Lind9999, ( Why Fate Sometime Curses A Soul )

    (II.)
    If Accursed World Would Stop Spinning

    If accursed world would stop spinning
    devious lies, its horrors winning
    betrayals, with daggers slicing hearts
    jealousies and all that hate imparts!

    If night, its dark would never arrive
    and dawn's eager promised blessings thrive
    would not Life then its candles bright light
    vanquishing terrors in evil's nights!

    Love's win, starts paradise's beginning!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-2019
    Dark Rhyme, Lind9999, ( Would Fate Sometime Curse A Soul )

    (III.)
    Does Beauty Exist In Gleaming Frost

    Realizing Life's journey has cost
    epic agonies may get one lost
    should its aching pains one just deny
    or wash away with tears one must cry?

    Each new morn, may dark blows deliver
    cold chills that make soul-deep shivers
    in agony, must one then admit
    that life sucks, with Fate's grievous, hard hits?

    Does beauty exist in gleaming frost?

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-27-2019
    Dark Rhyme, Lind9999, ( Does Fate Sometime Curse A Soul )


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    Echoes, Echoing In Cold Silent Hush

    The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
    are shadows we see before coming truth.
    In youth, our eyes are but dark jaded spheres
    that deny and guard against our true fears!

    From imagined hopes and great treasured dreams
    we see far more than gold in moonlit beams.
    As golden mirrors upon waters cast,
    so are sorrowful regrets born to last!

    Winding trails, we traverse on darken paths
    are found bitterest black seeds, grapes of wrath.
    To be planted in dead and barren grounds
    as innocent cries, birth horrific sounds!

    The Gods that, our golden dreams dare to crush
    are but echoes, in that cold silent hush!

    R.J. Lindley,
    Feb 7th, 1979
    Sonnet, ( The Way We Tread, The Way We Fall )


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    Oft Woe Is Sorrows, Of Mere Mortal Men

    Of fine artist brush and true poet's pen
    oft woe is sorrows, of mere mortal men.
    Tho' great the powers, sun's glow in blue skies
    majestic the beauty, in dawns bright rise.

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    What verse can such magnificence reveal
    more so than inked truth that searching poets feel.
    From revelations of heart's deep desires
    to blazing flames of romantic fires.

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    Dare we beg our muse, cast unto us more
    of immense depths from which others did score.
    Gift hearts, souls and minds creativity
    or beauty even in versed brevity?

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    What of importance of the sad and black
    do we ignore from courage we may lack.
    Nay! Ours is to set truth on its gold throne
    tho, on that journey we may trek alone.

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    When begging paper, cries for new black ink
    of course from both heart and mind we must think.
    And with purpose write to all, as a gift
    Life, Love, Inspiration that so uplifts.

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    Under Nature's blue skies that beg our praise
    dare we give verse light, to cut world's dark haze.
    Endeavor to create what time will note
    with blessings, take great pride in what we wrote?

    What purpose poetry, if not to give?
    What purpose existence, if not to live?

    Robert J. Lindley, 6-12-2019
    Rhyme, ( A Poet's Heart Must Accept Its Truest Calling )


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    Fervent Prayer Once Uttered Unto Youth's Beauty

    I that would, in your splendor bask
    wear no longer youth's sweet, young mask
    rather wrinkled face, weathered brow
    with long decades flown on by now
    yet glory rests in elder years
    and love's truth devoid of life fears.

    Mark well, honor given to you
    no less and no more than your due
    praise thus uttered not in great haste
    nor vanities as others waste
    hold this, in your sweet dreams afire
    treasured kiss of deepest desire.

    And from, heart and soul's strongest vow
    words said, unto your graceful bow
    beckoning of loving embrace
    and salvation by saving grace
    hear this, light begets truth's powers
    youthful time loss, its saddest hours.

    Beauty, innocence and child's dream
    travel forth in splendorous streams
    rushing past rocks that must give way
    as sun beams forth, break of new day
    In this divine gift, rests true love
    glaring proof of heaven above.

    Robert J. Lindley, Sept 17th, 2003
    Rhyme, ( Where Light Reveals Youth's Fateful Path )


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    As Soft Winds Did Red Colors Blow To Sway

    Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread
    aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
    but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
    with high hopes that our love we not betray
    and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

    Within our blessings, hope its dear truth rode
    as if a songbird, set to sing anew
    yet this dark world oft has wicked lies told
    that may turn truest love to sad and blue
    in that misery, dark horse may be rode!

    Searching for beauty to allay great fears
    as glowing flowers beseech searching heart
    morn's glistening dew falling as soft tears
    to wash away sadness, our time apart
    heal wounds as opened by such poison spears!

    As soft winds did red colors blow to sway
    sun's sweet golden rays soon began to speak
    hold thy romance true, yield not to dismay
    listen not to doubts, allow love thy seek
    to assure, future which heart firmly prays.

    Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread
    aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
    but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
    with high hopes that our love we not betray
    and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

    Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 1974
    Rhyme, ( In Dawn's Sweetest Garden, Hope Was Renewed )
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