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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    This new blog went directly to the -HOT-- stage, the first hour after my posting it.
    I am amazed at how fast it went--HOT... .
    I now have four blogs listed as -HOT- on the blog page..- ---Tyr
    Well Done. Our Poet Laureate of DP.

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    But despite all of that. I will never lower myself to the level of Liars, Haters, Cheats, and Hypocrites.
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    Quote Originally Posted by icansayit View Post
    Well Done. Our Poet Laureate of DP.

    The thing is the blogs there can be read by anyone. That means non- members, non- paying readers can read the blogs. Anybody across the entire world that finds that site can read the blogs. So those at that site that have worked diligently to limit me (with their well groomed standing )there and my poetry can not stopppppppppppppppp those reads.
    Thus the little firmly entrenched --cabal there-- can not hit me in that area.
    Can not limit the reads, the appreciation for my writings/ works...
    I concentrate on my poems and depths, message sent, and quality over that of --playing the popularity game that is so very prevalent there.
    Seven years ago when I first joined and bought a lifetime membership--immediately I was viciously attacked by that little cabal of smug, egotistical and self-righteous sect of self-proclaimed great poets....Because I wrote the truth, composed in the old -style not in the new modern degraded crap style that modern poetry cites as magnicent and has now become, imho. Opposing idiocy and liberalism always brings on vicious attacks my friend. Such that Iweathered there for 7 years now.. Not to mention the same at certain other sites in the past , too.... --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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    Quote Originally Posted by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot View Post
    The thing is the blogs there can be read by anyone. That means non- members, non- paying readers can read the blogs. Anybody across the entire world that finds that site can read the blogs. So those at that site that have worked diligently to limit me (with their well groomed standing )there and my poetry can not stopppppppppppppppp those reads.
    Thus the little firmly entrenched --cabal there-- can not hit me in that area.
    Can not limit the reads, the appreciation for my writings/ works...
    I concentrate on my poems and depths, message sent, and quality over that of --playing the popularity game that is so very prevalent there.
    Seven years ago when I first joined and bought a lifetime membership--immediately I was viciously attacked by that little cabal of smug, egotistical and self-righteous sect of self-proclaimed great poets....Because I wrote the truth, composed in the old -style not in the new modern degraded crap style that modern poetry cites as magnicent and has now become, imho. Opposing idiocy and liberalism always brings on vicious attacks my friend. Such that Iweathered there for 7 years now.. Not to mention the same at certain other sites in the past , too.... --Tyr
    I can verify what you said Robert.
    Go to GOOGLE images...then type...poet laureate


    You'll see why the CABAL is probably calling you a WHITE SUPREMISIST.
    I may be older than most. I may say things not everybody will like.
    But despite all of that. I will never lower myself to the level of Liars, Haters, Cheats, and Hypocrites.
    Philippians 4:13 I Can Do All Things Through Christ Who Strengthens Me:

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    Quote Originally Posted by icansayit View Post
    I can verify what you said Robert.
    Go to GOOGLE images...then type...poet laureate


    You'll see why the CABAL is probably calling you a WHITE SUPREMISIST.
    Thanks, I will check that out. As I was not aware of that reality....
    Have not research very deeply the modern day criticisms of poetry or poet laureates...
    Only a very small, cursory bit of information I have seen over the years from my researchings of some modern poets. -Tyr
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    Congrats Robert!
    If the freedom of speech is taken away
    then dumb and silent we may be led,
    like sheep to the slaughter.


    George Washington (1732-1799) First President of the USA.

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    Quote Originally Posted by SassyLady View Post
    Congrats Robert!
    After years of ignoring them I finally got totally fed up with tHem and their antics. '
    Within 3 months I and several others caused enough of a stir that administration decided to do something ABOUT THE GUILTY PARTY---THEM.
    3 or 4 of them got banned and the other 7 or 8 piped right on down..
    My guess is to bide their time and reengage after this blows over, I give it 6 or 7 months--maybe about Spring of 2022..
    Because scum like that never give up... not as long as they think they can regain what justice took away from them......
    That being the ability to be arrogant, and self-serving trolls..--Tyr
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    icansayit, I checked it out. You were dead on the money. So one-sided that it is truly embarrassing. A perfect leftist primarily/liberal set up to glorify only liberal faithful modern poets and the modern forms of poetry that the modern critics praise as golden--which damn sure isn't... Tyr
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    A Blog A Week, Honoring Each Week One Chosen Famous Poet , Second Week, ROBERT BRIDGES.
    Blog Posted:9/27/2021 10:35:00 AM

    A Blog A Week, Honoring Each Week One Chosen Famous Poet , Second Week, ROBERT BRIDGES.


    (1.)

    The Evening Darkens Over

    ---- BY ROBERT BRIDGES

    The evening darkens over

    After a day so bright

    The wind capt waves discover

    That wild will be the night.

    There’s sound of distant thunder.



    The latest sea-birds hover

    Along the cliff’s sheer height;

    As in the memory wander

    Last flutterings of delight,

    White wings lost on the white.



    There’s not a ship in sight;

    And as the sun goes under

    Thick clouds conspire to cover

    The moon that should rise yonder.

    Thou art alone, fond lover.



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    (2.)

    I Love all Beauteous Things

    ---- BY ROBERT BRIDGES


    I love all beauteous things,

    I seek and adore them;

    God hath no better praise,

    And man in his hasty days

    Is honoured for them.



    I too will something make

    And joy in the making;

    Altho’ to-morrow it seem

    Like the empty words of a dream

    Remembered on waking.



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    (3.)

    To Catullus

    ----- BY ROBERT BRIDGES




    Would that you were alive today, Catullus!

    Truth ’tis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us,

    A rank musk-idiot, the filthiest skunk,

    Of no least sorry use on earth, but only

    Fit in fancy to justify the outlay

    Of your most horrible vocabulary.



    My Muse, all innocent as Eve in Eden,

    Would yet wear any skins of old pollution

    Rather than celebrate the name detested.

    Ev’n now might he rejoice at our attention,

    Guess'd he this little ode were aiming at him.



    O! were you but alive again, Catullus!



    For see, not one among the bards of our time

    With their flimsy tackle was out to strike him;

    Not those two pretty Laureates of England,

    Not Alfred Tennyson nor Alfred Austin.



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    (4.)

    London Snow

    ---- BY ROBERT BRIDGES


    When men were all asleep the snow came flying,

    In large white flakes falling on the city brown,

    Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,

    Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;

    Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;

    Lazily and incessantly floating down and down:

    Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing;

    Hiding difference, making unevenness even,

    Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.

    All night it fell, and when full inches seven

    It lay in the depth of its uncompacted lightness,

    The clouds blew off from a high and frosty heaven;

    And all woke earlier for the unaccustomed brightness

    Of the winter dawning, the strange unheavenly glare:

    The eye marvelled—marvelled at the dazzling whiteness;

    The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air;

    No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling,

    And the busy morning cries came thin and spare.

    Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling,

    They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze

    Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing;

    Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees;

    Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder,

    ‘O look at the trees!’ they cried, ‘O look at the trees!’

    With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder,

    Following along the white deserted way,

    A country company long dispersed asunder:

    When now already the sun, in pale display

    Standing by Paul’s high dome, spread forth below

    His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day.

    For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow;

    And trains of sombre men, past tale of number,

    Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go:

    But even for them awhile no cares encumber

    Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken,

    The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber

    At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they have broken

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    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-bridges

    Robert Bridges

    1844–1930

    Side headshot of poet Robert Bridges.

    Unknown author, public domain

    A Victorian who, by choice, remained apart from the aesthetic movements of his day, Robert Bridges was a classicist. His experimentation with 18th-century classical forms culminated in The Testament of Beauty, generally acknowledged as his masterpiece. He succeeded Alfred Austin as Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom in 1913 and was active in the Society for Pure English, which was founded largely through his efforts. He had an important friendship and correspondence with Gerard Manley Hopkins; his edition of Hopkins's poems is considered a major contribution to English literature.



    Bridges spent his early childhood in a house overlooking the anchoring ground of the British fleet in Walmer, Kent, England. His father's death in 1853 and his mother's remarriage a year later precipitated a move to Rochdale, where his stepfather was the vicar. Bridges attended Eton College from 1854 to 1863, where he met the poet Digby Mackworth Dolben and Lionel Muirhead, a lifelong friend. His acquaintance with Hopkins began at Corpus Christi College. Bridges had at one point intended to enter the religious life in the Church of England, but instead chose to become a physician and began his study of medicine at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in 1869. He received his degree in 1874 and worked at St. Bartholomew's and other hospitals until 1882, when he retired from practice after a bout with pneumonia and chose to devote himself to literature.



    After his illness and a trip to Italy with Muirhead, Bridges moved with his mother to Yattendon in Berkshire, where he met and married Monica Waterhouse, daughter of the famous architect Alfred A. Waterhouse. Their children included the poet Elizabeth Daryush. It was during his residence in Yattendon, from 1882 to 1904, that Bridges wrote most of his best-known lyrics as well as eight plays and two masques, all in verse. In 1902 Bridges' wife Monica and daughter Margaret became seriously ill, and Bridges decided to move from Yattendon to a healthier climate. The family lived in several temporary homes, spent a year in Switzerland, and finally settled again in England at Chilswell House, which Bridges had designed and which was built on Boar's Hill overlooking Oxford University. Bridges lived there until his death in 1930.



    The events of the first World War, including the wounding of his son, Edward, had a sobering effect on Bridges' poetry. He composed fiercely patriotic poems and letters, and in 1915 edited a volume of prose and poetry, The Spirit of Man, intended to appeal to readers living in war times. Bridges cofounded the Society for Pure English (SPE) in 1913; the group's intention was to establish "a sounder ideal of the purity of our language." Its work was interrupted by the war, but resumed in 1919 and continued until 1948, 18 years after Bridges' death. His work for the SPE led to Bridges' only trip to the United States in 1924, during which he increased interest in the group among American scholars.



    Bridges began a long philosophical poem entitled The Testament of Beauty on Christmas Day, 1924, with 14 lines of what he referred to as "loose Alexandrines." He set the piece aside until 1926, when the death of his daughter Margaret prompted him to resume work as a way to ease his grief. The Testament of Beauty was published in October 1929, one day after his 85th birthday and six months before his death.



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    Robert Bridges

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    For the American critic, editor and writer, see Robert Bridges (critic).

    Robert Bridges

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    Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom

    In office

    25 July 1913 – 21 April 1930

    Monarch George V

    Preceded by Alfred Austin

    Succeeded by John Masefield

    Personal details

    Born Robert Seymour Bridges

    23 October 1844

    Walmer, Kent, England

    Died 21 April 1930 (aged 85)

    Boars Hill, Berkshire, England

    Nationality British

    Alma mater Corpus Christi College, Oxford

    St Bartholomew's Hospital

    Occupation Writer

    Awards Poet Laureate

    Robert Seymour Bridges OM (23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930) was an English poet who was Poet Laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life. His poems reflect a deep Christian faith, and he is the author of many well-known hymns. It was through Bridges' efforts that Gerard Manley Hopkins achieved posthumous fame.



    "The Evening Darkens Over"



    The evening darkens over

    After a day so bright,

    The windcapt waves discover

    That wild will be the night.

    There's sound of distant thunder.



    The latest sea-birds hover

    Along the cliff's sheer height;

    As in the memory wander

    Last flutterings of delight,

    White wings lost on the white.



    There's not a ship in sight;

    And as the sun goes under,

    Thick clouds conspire to cover

    The moon that should rise yonder.

    Thou art alone, fond lover.



    Bridges was born at Walmer, Kent, in England, the son of John Thomas Bridges (died 1853) and his wife Harriett Elizabeth, daughter of the Rev. Sir Robert Affleck, 4th Baronet. He was the fourth son and eighth child. After his father's death his mother married again, in 1854, to John Edward Nassau Molesworth, vicar of Rochdale, and the family moved there.[1]



    Bridges was educated at Eton College and Corpus Christi College, Oxford.[2] He went on to study medicine in London at St Bartholomew's Hospital, intending to practise until the age of forty and then retire to write poetry. He practised as a casualty physician at his teaching hospital (where he made a series of highly critical remarks about the Victorian medical establishment) and subsequently as a full physician to the Great (later Royal) Northern Hospital. He was also a physician to the Hospital for Sick Children.



    Lung disease forced Bridges to retire in 1882, and from that point on he devoted himself to writing and literary research. However, Bridges' literary work started long before his retirement, his first collection of poems having been published in 1873. In 1884 he married Mary Monica Waterhouse, daughter of the architect Alfred Waterhouse R.A., and spent the rest of his life in rural seclusion, first at Yattendon, then at Boars Hill, Berkshire (close to Oxford), where he died.



    He was elected to the Fellowship of the Royal College of Physicians of London in 1900. He was appointed Poet Laureate in 1913, the only medical graduate to have held the office.



    He was the father of poet Elizabeth Daryush and of the cabinet secretary Edward Bridges.





    Memorial to Robert Bridges and Edward Bridges, 1st Baron Bridges, in St Nicholas-at-Wade, Kent

    Literary work

    As a poet Bridges stands rather apart from the current of modern English verse, but his work has had great influence in a select circle, by its restraint, purity, precision and delicacy yet strength of expression. It embodies a distinct theory of prosody. Bridges' faith underpinned much of his work.[3]



    In the book Milton's Prosody, he took an empirical approach to examining Milton's use of blank verse, and developed the controversial theory that Milton's practice was essentially syllabic. He considered free verse to be too limiting, and explained his position in the essay "Humdrum and Harum-Scarum". His own efforts to "free" verse resulted in the poems he called "Neo-Miltonic Syllabics", which were collected in New Verse (1925). The metre of these poems was based on syllables rather than accents, and he used the principle again in the long philosophical poem The Testament of Beauty (1929), for which he was appointed to the Order of Merit in that year.[4] His best-known poems, however, are to be found in the two earlier volumes of Shorter Poems (1890, 1894). He also wrote verse plays, with limited success, and literary criticism, including a study of the work of John Keats.



    "Melancholia"

    The sickness of desire, that in dark days

    Looks on the imagination of despair,

    Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his praise;

    Nor but in sleep findeth a cure for care.

    Incertainty that once gave scope to dream

    Of laughing enterprise and glory untold,

    Is now a blackness that no stars redeem,

    A wall of terror in a night of cold.



    Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired

    And now impatiently despairest, see

    How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired

    Splended for others' eyes if not for thee:

    Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled:

    If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead.



    Bridges' poetry was privately printed in the first instance, and was slow in making its way beyond a comparatively small circle of his admirers. His best work is to be found in his Shorter Poems (1890), and a complete edition (to date) of his Poetical Works (6 vols.) was published in 1898–1905.



    Despite being made poet laureate in 1913, Bridges was never a very well-known poet and only achieved his great popularity shortly before his death with The Testament of Beauty. However, his verse evoked response in many great British composers of the time. Among those to set his poems to music were Hubert Parry, Gustav Holst and later Gerald Finzi.[5]



    During the First World War, Bridges joined the group of writers assembled by Charles Masterman as part of Britain's War Propaganda Bureau at Wellington House.[6]



    At Oxford, Bridges befriended Gerard Manley Hopkins, who is now considered a superior poet but who owes his present fame to Bridges' efforts in arranging the posthumous publication (1918) of his verse.



    Bridges received advice from the young phonetician David Abercrombie on the reformed spelling system he was devising for the publication of his collected essays (later published in seven volumes by Oxford University Press, with the help of the distinguished typographer Stanley Morison, who designed the new letters). Thus Robert Bridges contributed to phonetics and he was also a founder member of the Society for Pure English.[7]



    Hymnody

    Bridges made an important contribution to hymnody with the publication in 1899 of his Yattendon Hymnal, which he created specifically for musical reasons. This collection of hymns, although not a financial success, became a bridge between the Victorian hymnody of the last half of the 19th century and the modern hymnody of the early 20th century.



    Bridges wrote and also translated historic hymns, and many of these were included in Songs of Syon (1904) and the later English Hymnal (1906). Several of Bridges' hymns and translations are still in use today:



    "Thee will I love, my God and King"

    "Happy are they that love God"

    "Rejoice, O land, in God thy might"

    The Baptist Hymn Book, University Press, Oxford 1962

    "Ah, Holy Jesus" (Johann Heermann, 1630)

    "All my hope on God is founded" (Joachim Neander, c. 1680)

    "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" (Martin Jahn, 1661)

    "O Gladsome Light" (Phos Hilaron)

    "O Sacred Head, sore wounded" (Paulus Gerhardt, 1656)

    "O Splendour of God's Glory Bright" (Ambrose, 4th century)

    "When morning gilds the skies" (stanza 3; Katholisches Gesangbuch, 1744)

    Major works

    Dates given are of first publication and significant revisions.



    Poetry collections

    The Growth of Love (1876; 1889; 1898), a sequence of (24; 79; 69) sonnets

    Prometheus the Firegiver: A Mask in the Greek Manner (1883)

    Eros and Psyche: A Narrative Poem in Twelve Measures (1885; 1894), a story from the Latin of Apuleius

    Shorter Poems, Books I–IV (1890)

    Shorter Poems, Books I–V (1894)

    New Poems (1899)

    Demeter: A Mask (1905), performed in 1904 at the opening of the Somerville College Library

    Ibant Obscuri: An Experiment in the Classical Hexameter (1916), with reprint of summary of Stone's Prosody, accompanied by 'later observations & modifications'

    October and Other Poems (1920)

    The Tapestry: Poems (1925), in neo-Miltonic syllabics

    New Verse (1926), includes verse of The Tapestry

    The Testament of Beauty (1929)

    Verse drama

    Nero (1885), an historical tragedy; called The First Part of Nero subsequent to the publication of Nero: Part II

    The Feast of Bacchus (1889); partly translated from the Heauton-Timoroumenos of Terence

    Achilles in Scyros (1890), a drama in a mixed manner

    Palicio (1890), a romantic drama in five acts in the Elizabethan manner

    The Return of Ulysses (1890), a drama in five acts in a mixed manner

    The Christian Captives (1890), a tragedy in five acts in a mixed manner; on the same subject as Calderón's El Principe Constante

    The Humours of the Court (1893), a comedy in three acts; founded on Calderón's El secreto á voces and on Lope de Vega's El Perro del hortelano

    Nero, Part II (1894)

    Prose

    Milton's Prosody, With a Chapter on Accentual Verse (1893; 1901; 1921), based on essays published in 1887 and 1889

    Keats (1895)

    Hymns from the Yattendon Hymnal (1899)

    The Spirit of Man (1916)

    Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918), edited with notes by R.B.

    The Necessity of Poetry (1918)

    Collected Essays, Papers, Etc. (1927–36

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    My Two Tribute Poems

    (1.)

    Pity, We Keep Much Of Our Lives Deeply Hidden


    What can anybody truly know of me, real me

    The truth that we keep hidden in heart's secret place

    Beautiful flower gardens we just cannot grow

    The sad aching memories we cannot erase

    Treasured delight rejoicing in falling snow?



    Pity, we keep much of our lives deeply hidden.

    Much of it, things we were taught to be forbidden.



    What can anybody truly know of me, my ink

    Constant worries we poets always fret over

    Will this deep, heartfelt offering be accepted

    Could I much better describe that field of clover

    Did magic fly forth or was it intercepted?



    Pity, we keep much of our lives deeply hidden.

    Much of it, things we were taught to be forbidden.



    What can anybody truly know of me, my verse

    That my youth was wild and so full of sad mistakes

    That Love so often stabbed an innocent heart

    Woe-some fact, that I rarely ever hit the brakes

    Or the many times my life was blasted apart?



    Pity, we keep much of our lives deeply hidden.

    Much of it, things we were taught to be forbidden.



    What can anybody truly know of me, my mind

    Can they feel the oft intense depths of poems thus cast

    Or with intuition, cipher unwritten words

    Know I truly seek to ink poetry that lasts

    Or hear singing from life's invisible songbirds?



    Pity, we keep much of our lives deeply hidden.

    Much of it, things we were taught to be forbidden.



    What can anybody truly know of me, my heart

    The magnificent times it felt true love was found

    Romance that cheered and soothed an aching soul

    Or will they come to see that by chains I am bound

    And my all, scarred by pains from life's heavy toll?



    Pity, we keep much of our lives deeply hidden.

    Much of it, things we were taught to be forbidden.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    Rhyme,

    ( Born from life that was in wild-youth carelessly lived )

    Note:

    Can one present anything but heart's truest truth???

    And still be a honorable and true poet???


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    (2.)

    Thoughts, Back When I Left Childhood In The Ancient Dust



    Decades ago I stepped forth leaving childhood behind

    Right into a world wherein for survival fight is a must

    Leading onto pathetic pathways were the end is a bind

    Like a bright shiny penny deep coated with green rust

    But as happens, somehow that first couple decades I lived on

    With those hidden cancers firmly entrenched in flesh and bone!



    Well golly, you may say, same bull-hockey exists for us all.

    And in innocent blindness, beg we for that promised fall!



    I feel that life and this evil world 'oft promises too much

    Hold on, perhaps truth is my jaded past sorely interferes

    If greater wisdom was ever gained I would not think such

    But hat my sad-cast summation is laced with epic fears

    My deep scars and forever aches this life forever hold firm

    And my desperate disease tis born from that unholy germ!



    Well golly, you may say, same bull-hockey exists for us all.

    And in innocent blindness, beg we for that promised fall!



    My friends, 'tis not that I cry my woes in a false foolish sense

    As my great blindness may just be a heart that accepts not Fate

    That I should perhaps wash my old brain repeatedly and then rinse

    For built up anger and loss -too oft leads to staggering hate

    And I splash poetic ink, doing so out of blinded rage

    While I foolishly bemoan my lot and my advancing age!



    Well golly, you may say, same bull-hockey exists for us all.

    And in innocent blindness, beg we for that promised fall!

    Robert J. Lindley,

    Rhyme,
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    To my all of my many friends and fellow poets:
    Blog Posted:11/6/2021 12:04:00 PM

    To my all of my many friends and fellow poets:

    Finally my wife is home from the hospital. Awaiting further medical treatment and a future bone marrow transplant. I want to thank all that have given their prayers and best wished on her recovery and my recent troubles for that great kindness and act of giving! This ordeal has been a grievous process to endure and those prayers and many well wishes such a wonderful gift! I am indeed blessed by having such kind friends and my gratitude can not be properly expressed in words. May God bless you , one and all.

    This my first writings after my abscence, is indeed a treasured gift to be able to return to inking poetry and my deepest thoughts to share....

    I believe such would never again occur but for the kindness of my many friends here. God bless.... I may be quite slow to get back into the race but bear with me.. The first step is this blog and hopefully the rest shall come as time begins to heal this old, tired soul...



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    'O That Morn's Reprieve Would But Stay, Ever The Live Long Day



    As night devours its diminishing, stonewalling deep black-veils

    And dawn whilst cascading forth vanquishes previous haze

    Golden rays emerge to set roses to gift sweet, sweet smells

    With presents from Nature's true beauty to counter world's craze



    'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.

    With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.



    If such rewarded treasure were to be man's constant gift

    With such deep bounty that such love could never ones soul leave

    Gone would be life's many vagaries and world's wicked shifts

    And those heaping sorrows that come to set souls to so grieve.



    'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.

    With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.



    Thus plead I, soul in abject darkness that grieves each deep blow

    With pierced and aching heart invaded by devouring pains

    Beg dearest relief that seeds happiness to again grow

    And from this dark void, emerge as whole from these sad remains!



    'O that morn's reprieve would but stay, ever the live long day.

    With Hope, Life and Love, never again to be cast away.



    'O that Prayer and Love would this evil abyss destroy.

    Reunited, my darling and I dance with sweetest joy.



    Robert J. Lindley, 11-02-2021

    Romanticism

    ( Born from the cherished promises that Hope gifts )




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    'Neath Magic Waters Was Where Heart Belongs




    From hazy image of the tallow light,

    lapping waters cast forth a welcome glow

    she would come, her moonlit song cried it so

    to cast away dark world's hideous blight.



    Through beastly wilderness I trekked far,

    to this enchanted lake barely alive

    into these murky depths this soul must dive

    whilst having no fear of crossing the bar.



    The promise, joyous treasured release

    to be found in that realm far, far below

    away from torment of deep falling blows

    into world wherein evil horrors cease.



    As her sweet siren song came to its end

    Love's urgent pull become so very strong

    'neath magic waters was where heart belongs

    resting forever with my faithful friend.



    With my one last look at heaven above

    down, down to the gleaming bottom I sank

    for this gift all the while giving my thanks

    I departed this realm seeking true love.



    From hazy image of the tallow light,

    lapping waters cast forth a welcome glow

    she would come, her moonlit song cried it so

    to cast away dark world's hideous blight.



    Robert J. Lindley, 11-03-2021

    Rhyme



    Note:

    For three days now my darling wife has been home, out of that dreary hospital.

    I have again found the power to wield my poetic and hopeful pen.


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    When Heart Beats To Make Its Mark



    When there was pitch black dark

    a solitary light spoke,

    "poetry is alive in me!"



    When there was grief, deep and stark

    a single cry bellowed,

    "poetry rests in my heart!"



    Where sky meets streaming skylark

    a yearning plea asked,

    "can poetry survive?"



    When heart beats to make its mark

    a soul begged its release,

    " will poetry sing in tune?"



    Where great poetry lights the park

    a heavenly voice boomed,

    "poetry will set you free!"



    Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2021
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    A Blog, On Poetic Contrasting, Between Dark And Light, 11-28-2021


    A Blog, On Poetic Contrasting, Between Dark And Light, 11-28-2021
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    Blog, On Poetic Contrast, Between Dark And Light

    My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.-Tyr


    (1.)

    The Horrid Night, The Terrible Nightmare



    In a dance of serpents the long fangs drip

    poison falling from needle sharp fang tips

    chained here in this dark cavern of doom

    with just one bite this will become my tomb

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    Seems a dream, ghastly nightmare to endure

    I think, tis true my heart is not so pure

    but that proves what a weak mortal I be

    one like all other, too blinded to see

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I cringe, three snakes slither over to me

    in their cold serpent eyes hunger I see

    agonizing with my shivers I wait

    powerless, now cast into hands of dark Fate

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    As minutes pass like weeks or painful days

    aching brain conjures up some fleeing ways

    If I sincerely pray maybe I live

    I do, I think what treasures may I give

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    Then from the dark a voice begins to speak

    you are man, and man is evil and weak

    I the master of fear reign in this dark

    here you are like a bare tree with no bark

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I fought the strong urge to give a reply

    I wanted to ask the hidden voice, why

    on earth was I in this place brought and bound

    in this frightening dark, deep underground

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    How I do not know, the voice heard my mind

    saying, I brought you because you are blind

    in this cavern, a lesson you must learn

    recalling life's warnings you once did spurn

    I ponder deep how did I end up here,

    as my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    It was then I cried, God forgive me

    I was truly a lost fool, now I see

    Please rescue me from this dark abode

    I know now it was my soul I then sold

    I now know how I ended up down here,

    where my sweat oozes out buckets of fear !



    I give thanks, that this lost soul you now save!

    With your mercy, I leave this self-made grave!



    Robert J. Lindley, 11-28-2021

    Rhyme (Dark)


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    (2.)

    From Seed A Promise, Treasures To Flourish On Earth



    Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

    but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

    resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

    far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    As world represents its raging black-seas

    man exist, victim uttering sad pleas

    battles fought, sacrificing flowing red

    Alas! But vanity that gifts more dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Spring arrives, O' glory- of rising seeds

    earthen harvests that many billions feeds

    fruits of man's labors, Nature's blessed soil

    does soul and body well, labor's hard toil.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Mankind walks onward in its blinded way

    amidst darkness, victims to set to pay

    forgetting divine gifts, walking dead roads

    increasing chained hands, life's heavy loads.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Why mankind seeks sadden hearts, weary hands

    one must embrace light's truth to understand

    for that is the source of those waiting seeds

    healing balm that stops black-rivers that bleed.



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.



    Seed waits not only for Spring's first shower

    but for glorious rays of dawn's first hour

    resting 'neath in its comfortable hidden bed

    far away from cries of earth's ancient dead!



    From seed a promise- treasures to flourish on earth.

    Tis reminder, measures of life and love's true worth.

    Robert J. Lindley
    Rhyme, 11-28-2021




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    10 of the Best Poems about Darkness



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    10 of the Best Poems about Darkness



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    Poetry isn’t all sweetness and light, of course. In fact, much of it is concerned with the darker aspects of the natural world, whether it’s the mystery or solemnity of night-time darkness or some other, more abstract or metaphorical kind of darkness (‘O dark dark dark’, as T. S. Eliot put it in Four Quartets). Here, we offer ten of the best poems about darkness of various kinds.



    1. Charlotte Smith, ‘Written near a Port on a Dark Evening’.



    All is black shadow but the lucid line

    Marked by the light surf on the level sand,

    Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine

    Like wandering fairy fires, that oft on land

    Misled the pilgrim …





    This sonnet was written by one of the great proto-Romantic poets of the second half of the eighteenth century. Smith’s sonnets anticipate Romanticism partly because nature in her poetry is so often feared with an awesome power that verges on the terrifying: ‘life’s long darkling way’ is brooding and full of menace here.



    2. Lord Byron, ‘Darkness’.



    I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

    The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars

    Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

    Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

    Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

    Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day …





    This poem was inspired by a curious incident: the eruption of Mount Tambora in Indonesia, which drastically altered the weather conditions across the world and led to 1816 being branded ‘the Year without a Summer’. The same event also led to Byron’s trip to Lake Geneva and his ghost-story writing competition, which produced Mary Shelley’s masterpiece Frankenstein.



    For Byron, the extermination of the sun seemed like a dream, yet it was ‘no dream’ but a strange and almost sublimely terrifying reality.



    3. Robert Browning, ‘Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came’.



    If at his counsel I should turn aside

    Into that ominous tract which, all agree,

    Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly

    I did turn as he pointed: neither pride

    Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,

    So much as gladness that some end might be …





    A grotesque quasi-medieval dramatic monologue detailing the quest of the titular Roland, this poem was produced in an attempt to overcome writer’s block: in 1852 Browning had set himself the New Year’s Resolution to write a new poem every day, and this vivid dreamscape is what arose from his fevered imagination.





    Browning borrowed the title from a line in Shakespeare’s King Lear; the character of Roland as he appears in Browning’s poem has in turn inspired Stephen King to write his Dark Tower series, while J. K. Rowling borrowed the word ‘slughorn’ from the poem when creating the name of her character Horace Slughorn.



    4. Emily Dickinson, ‘We grow accustomed to the Dark’.



    We grow accustomed to the Dark –

    When Light is put away –

    As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp

    To witness her Good bye –





    A Moment – We Uncertain step

    For newness of the night –

    Then – fit our Vision to the Dark –

    And meet the Road – erect …



    The first line of this poem also provides the poem with its main theme: the way our eyes adjust to the darkness, just as our minds adapt to the bleakness of life and contemplation of the ‘night’ that is death.



    5. Thomas Hardy, ‘The Darkling Thrush’.



    At once a voice arose among

    The bleak twigs overhead,

    In a full-hearted evensong

    Of joy illimited.

    An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small,

    With blast-beruffled plume,

    Had chosen thus to fling his soul

    Upon the growing gloom …





    This classic Hardy poem captures the mood of a winter evening as the sun, ‘the weakening eye of day’, sets below the horizon and gives way to dusk on New Year’s Eve. Hardy hears a thrush singing, and wonders whether the thrush is aware of some reason to be hopeful for the coming new year, some reason of which Hardy himself is unaware.



    In ‘The Darkling Thrush’ itself we are given clues that religion is on the speaker’s mind. In the third stanza, when the thrush of the title appears (‘darkling’ is an old poetic word for ‘in darkness’ – it also, incidentally, echoes Matthew Arnold‘s use of the word in his famous poem about declining faith, ‘Dover Beach’, published in 1867), its song is described as ‘evensong’, suggesting the church service, while the use of the word ‘soul’ also suggests the spiritual. (Such a religiously inflected analysis of Hardy’s poem is reinforced by ‘carolings’ in the next stanza.)





    6. Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day’.



    I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

    What hours, O what black hours we have spent

    This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

    And more must, in yet longer light’s delay …



    One of Hopkins’s ‘Terrible Sonnets’, this poem is one of the finest evocations of a sleepless night that English poetry has produced. When we wake to find that it’s not yet morning but we are still surrounded by darkness, and undergo some sort of ‘dark night of the soul’, we often feel as Hopkins describes here. For him it is a spiritual battle as well as a mere case of insomnia.





    As so often with Hopkins, the spiritual and psychological are experienced as a vivid visceral force that is physical as well as metaphysical: his depression and doubt weigh upon him like heartburn or indigestion (‘heartburn’ picking up on the poet’s more abstract address to his ‘heart’ in the third line of the poem, but also leading into the ‘blood’ mentioned a couple of lines later).



    7. Carl Sandburg, ‘Moonset’.



    This short poem is almost actively ‘unpoetical’ in its imagery, and offers a fresh look at the moon. The poem’s final image of ‘dark listening to dark’ is especially eye-catching.





    8. Edward Thomas, ‘The Dark Forest’.



    Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead

    Hang stars like seeds of light

    In vain, though not since they were sown was bred

    Anything more bright …



    This poem from the wonderful nature poet Edward Thomas (1878-1917) begins by describing a forest at night, above whose trees the stars shine like ‘seeds of light’.



    9. Joseph Campbell, ‘Darkness’.





    One of the first ‘modern’ poems written in English, this short lyric by the Irish-born poet Joseph Campbell (1879-1944) shares affinities with the poems of T. E. Hulme, and seems in some respects to prefigure the ‘bog’ poems of Seamus Heaney. You can read Campbell’s ‘Darkness’ by clicking on the link below, which will also take you to three other short poems by Campbell.



    10. Philip Larkin, ‘Going’.



    Philip Larkin never learned, in Sigmund Freud’s memorable phrase about King Lear, to make friends with the necessity of dying. ‘Going’ is an early example of Larkin’s mature engagement with the terrifying realization that death will come for us all.





    In ten unrhymed lines, ‘Going’ explores death without ever mentioning it by name, instead referring to it, slightly elliptically, as ‘an evening’ that is ‘coming in’. Larkin uses the metaphor of the coming evening – an evening which ‘lights no lamps’ because there is no hope of staving off this darkness, the darkness of death.



    Continue to explore classic poetry with these short poems about death and dying, our pick of the best poems about eyes, and these classic poems about secrets. We also recommend The Oxford Book of English Verse – perhaps the best poetry anthology on the market (we offer our pick of the best poetry anthologies here).



    The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem.



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    On Poetry- Coming from Light,

    The desire to gift in poetic verse -- Love, Joy , Happiness, Greater Understanding in verse.-Robert



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    10 of the Best Poems about Happiness





    Previously we’ve offered ten of the most powerful poems about depression. Now, to complement that post, here are ten of the very best poems about being happy. Hurrah! If you’re after more classic poems about happiness, we recommend the wonderful anthology, Heaven on Earth: 101 Happy Poems, edited by Wendy Cope, which includes some of the poems listed below.



    Anonymous, ‘Pangur Bán’. This Old Irish poem was written by a monk in the ninth century – about his cat. It features in our pick of the best cat poems, but it’s also a gloriously happy poem (well, cats bring so much happiness, after all), with its talk of delight, merriment, and bliss. (Pangur Bán is the name of the monk’s cat.) Describing the life of the monk in his study with his cat as his happy companion, ‘Pangur Bán’ has everything for the cat-lover and book-lover. Just as the scholar goes in search of knowledge, so his faithful companion goes in search of mice.





    Edward Dyer, ‘My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is’.



    My mind to me a kingdom is;

    Such present joys therein I find,

    That it excels all other bliss

    That earth affords or grows by kind:

    Though much I want that most would have,

    Yet still my mind forbids to crave …



    This poem by Sir Edward Dyer (1543-1607) might be regarded as the Elizabethan version of Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’: the poem extols the virtues of a clean conscience and resisting the temptation to take delight on other people’s misfortune. Well, we say this poem is by Edward Dyer; it used to be unquestionably attributed to him, but doubt has been cast over Dyer’s authorship, with some instead crediting Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford.



    Edmund Spenser, from Amoretti.



    Oft, when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings,

    In mind to mount up to the purest sky;

    It down is weighed with thought of earthly things,

    And clogged with burden of mortality;

    Where, when that sovereign beauty it doth spy,

    Resembling heaven’s glory in her light,

    Drawn with sweet pleasure’s bait, it back doth fly,

    And unto heaven forgets her former flight …



    This poem, beginning ‘Oft when my spirit doth spread her bolder wings’, is part of Spenser’s sonnet sequence Amoretti. In summary, Spenser says that when he wishes to think of higher things, his mind is bogged down by thoughts of mortality; but he comes to the conclusion that the way to ensure happiness is to find heaven among earthly things.

    William Wordsworth, ‘I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud’.



    For oft, when on my couch I lie

    In vacant or in pensive mood,

    They flash upon that inward eye

    Which is the bliss of solitude;

    And then my heart with pleasure fills,

    And dances with the daffodils.



    Given that the daffodils in this famous Wordsworth poem lift the poet’s spirits when he is feeling a little lost or thoughtful, and fill his heart with pleasure, we feel it deserves its place among this pick of the greatest happiness poems. On 15 April 1802, Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy were walking around Glencoyne Bay in Ullswater when they came upon a ‘long belt’ of daffodils, as Dorothy put it memorably in her journal. Dorothy Wordsworth wrote of the encounter with the daffodils, ‘we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seed ashore & that the little colony had so sprung up – But as we went along there were more & yet more & at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed and reeled and danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing.’ The influence of this passage from Dorothy’s journal, recalling this happy event, can be seen in Wordsworth’s poem.



    Christina Rossetti, ‘A Birthday’.



    My heart is like a singing bird

    Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;

    My heart is like an apple-tree

    Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;

    My heart is like a rainbow shell

    That paddles in a halcyon sea;

    My heart is gladder than all these

    Because my love is come to me …

    ‘My heart is like a singing bird’: right from this poem’s opening line, the mood is joyful. One of the most famous happy poems to feature on this list, ‘A Birthday’ is about ‘the birthday of my life’ arriving to the speaker, because her ‘love is come to me’. A fine poem by one of the Victorian era’s greatest poets.

    Emily Dickinson, ‘How Happy Is the Little Stone’. In this short poem, Emily Dickinson (1830-86) considers the simple life of the small things in nature – specifically, the little stone whose ‘coat of elemental brown / A passing universe put on’. Much like Wordsworth in his ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, Dickinson ponders the simple happiness that we get from observing nature.



    Robert Louis Stevenson, ‘Happy Thought’. This poem from Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885) is only two lines long, so is worth quoting in full here:

    The world is so full of a number of things,

    I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.



    E. E. Cummings, ‘i thank You God for this most amazing’. This idiosyncratic take on the Shakespearean sonnet form is the perfect poem to read on a day when you feel almost deliriously happy and glad to be alive, and your eyes and ears seem attuned to the world around you to an unusually high degree (something Cummings’ concluding couplet captures wonderfully).

    Philip Larkin, ‘Coming’. One of Larkin’s earliest mature poems was called ‘Going’; this poem, written a few years later when the poet was still in his twenties, might be viewed as a companion piece to that other poem. Unusually for the lugubrious Larkin, ‘Coming’ is about how the coming of spring makes the poet feel almost inexplicably happy.

    Jenny Joseph, ‘The Sun Has Burst the Sky’. ‘The sun has burst the sky / Because I love you’: so begins this wonderfully joyful poem about being in love, from the poet who also gave us ‘Warning’, about growing old and wearing purple. This poem doesn’t feature in the Heaven on Earth anthology, but is too joyous a happy poem to be omitted from this list.



    The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem



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    Blog, On The Importance Of Seeking And Maintaining A Higher Level Of Creativity- ( A New Poetry Form Included)
    Blog Posted:1/10/2022 6:50:00 AM
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    A Higher Level Of Creativity- ( A New Poetry Form Included)

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    Blog, Creativity is a must for any poet.

    This new poetry form was an idea I had

    and first wrote poems in- back in 1984,

    When I was 30 years old. I started this blog

    in January of 2017. Decided to finish it this

    New Year of 2022. Five years from start to

    finish, yes I am oft slow about completing

    tasks. RJL…



    Subject- new poetry form- ( " Lind30 " )

    7,7,7, 9

    Either form be in number of syllables -or match in number of words-

    Rhymed or unrhymed. New form Lind30…..



    First three examples are in syllable count-plus rhyme



    (1.)

    Within Beauty, Oft Lies Cold Hard Truth



    Within morn's breathe a reprieve

    Sweet breeze and understanding

    Does not this world deep deceive

    Nature serves up its reprimanding.



    Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022

    Lind30 Rhyme- (7,7,7,9)





    (2.)



    We That Obey The Ticking Of The Clock



    Time's call, we try to defeat

    Morning's notice 'oft a pain

    Rush, rush to cold breakfast eat

    Good God, Sally's cat has gone insane!



    Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022

    Lind30 Rhyme- (7,7,7,9)



    (3.)



    When Love Enters An Eager, Willing Heart



    Romantic heart I adore

    Her kisses, blessings divine

    Pray I this, always for more

    Ravishing desserts, taste of her wine.



    Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022

    Lind30 Rhyme- (7,7,7,9)





    ( Next two examples are in word count and rhyme )



    (1.)



    A Small Bit Of Philosophy And Wit



    Life, a great mystery to be sure

    Existence a true nod to our dreams

    Light and Truth, both are set pure

    To oppose breadth and depths of mankind's dark schemes.



    Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022

    Lind30 Wordcount and Rhyme





    (2.)



    Oh No, Not Another High Unpaid Bill



    He said, dear Katy bar the door

    This bill has me so hopping mad

    I cannot stand this robbery any more

    Give me another shot of whiskey, just a tad!



    Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2022

    Lind30 Wordcount and Rhyme

    *********

    Note 1 -

    This blog and this my new poetry form was begun back

    in Jan of 2017, I have only now returned to finish it up

    The number 30 applies as in syllable count or else in

    the number of words…. Either one may be used thus

    giving the poet far more leeway into creativity. Using

    the rhymed version, whether it be ABAB OR AABB is

    a far higher degree of difficulty imho.

    Give it a try, even as a diversion or on a mere whim-

    Creativity being the foundation upon which a poet must

    live, breath-exist, imho. RJL

    Note 2-

    If any questions, feel free to soupmail me here.

    I hope this new form may give to poets another

    way.avenue to pursue in their poetry journey.

    Comments are welcomed on this new blog.
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    My new poetry form, Lind30 has been used by over a dozen poets in these last few days since I presented the new form.
    It has now scored not one but -TWO- POEM OF THE DAY AWARDS in the last 3 days.

    Jan 15, 2022 "Grip Of Autumn" harry horsman Verse


    Jan 12, 2022 "Winter Barns" Paulette Calasibetta Free verse

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    Grip Of Autumn

    Summer's passed on to meltdown
    Nature sways in winds of change
    A flowing cascade hastens
    Woodland stage waits another dawn breaks.

    © Harry J Horsman 2022

    Emulating Robert Lindley's new form, 'Lind30'

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    Winter Barns




    Silos stand like sentinels
    Weathered barn doors creak, cows moo
    The snow dances with delight
    Birds find shelter in the arms of eaves


    Poem is written in "Lind30" form. A form developed by Robert Lindley
    7/7/7/9 syllable or word count; poets choice.

    For: Winter Wonders Within Nature Contest
    Sponsored by: M.L. Kiser

    Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2022
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    Our collaboration poem has been awarded Poem Of The Day this morning at our poetry site.
    This makes 3 Poems Of The Day in three days that are a part of my poetry composing.
    I am a bit shocked myself. I guess Cassai is smiling upon me this month. -Tyr


    Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
    In collaboration with Robert Lindley


    Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
    Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
    With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
    This truth, with faith love must be truly confessed
    Nature has its always wonders awed this eager soul
    Youth my favourite poet was always Thoreau
    His wondrous verses to this happy heart did sing
    And Nature's beauty, its marvellous gem did bring!

    My human soul blessed to be brought to this earth
    By a youth whose Mother Nature the land of birth
    Summer our host along with granny and grandad
    Much love and sweet nature added to what we had
    With daily sun walked paths till his face would fade
    Flooding memories into my heart, so much weighed
    “Trees are poems that dear earth writes upon the sky”
    Shall we strive to embrace love letting our souls fly?


    First for me was in my childhood our old farm pond
    There croaking brightly the frogs which I was so fond
    Game trails across flowering meadows to the hills
    When I remember, I get such delightful chills
    That summer morn, with golden sun gleaming so bright
    And oh my, flashing fireflies we caught that sweet night
    My first little green turtle what a wondrous catch
    And wild ducks how I watched their batch of eggs hatch.

    I still recall the wake of dawn and cockcrowing
    The sight of early bird granny her goat milking
    The taste of butter and ghee from the sheep skin
    My great glee shaking shookwa as my head would spin
    The echo of giggles when my head did dangle
    Against the far end of well, laughter would jangle
    How can I forget prickly pears harvest season
    Despite the stinging glochid, that was my Eden.

    In June, the small critters really got to going
    Down by the farm's little creek, its clear stream flowing
    Days I spent going across that woody terrain
    I sputter trying its grand beauty to explain
    That July, I read how to a forest explore
    Heart and soul set to venture to another shore
    That God gave us Nature's treasures, blessing indeed
    Spring its colourful flowers came from Nature's seeds.

    On sunny days grandpa reaped by hand wealth of land
    His back bent for hours, no whine for what he could stand
    Feeding and herding sheep, one other blessing and grace
    Weary were his bones gratitude wearing his face
    For long serving Mother Earth reaping its treasure
    A forged nature and an insight beyond measure
    Glory be to God recited on prayer beads
    Divine favour to an offspring of beauty seeds.

    Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
    In collaboration with Robert Lindley


    shookwa : a container of sheep skin we fill with milk then we shake for a while right and left to produce fresh butter.



    "The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows...”

    Ralph Waldo Emerson

    Poet's note :

    Dear Robert, so deep my gratitude to you for having kindled my soul and set the spark of your inspiring artistry..
    You humbly allowed me to own the precious gems you carved out of a rich life, sharp mind, sensitive heart and devout soul..
    I deeply acknowledge the beauty added to my poetic soul as I am tremendously blessed and honoured to commune with you, a highly gifted poet of remarkable humility whose enlightening and inspiring poetry never ceases to stir the mind and the heart..
    Belonging to the world of words and the realm of poetry.. walking the path of great poets of inner wonder and true feelings, a deep joy and an immense honour I aspire to and you, Robert, make it true..
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