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    Default Dream Poetry

    Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

    Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death
    Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone.

    Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost
    The dark unknown we rightfully fear most
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    We are but hope and shreds of broken bone.

    Yet something rare exists in that first breath
    Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown.

    Can one live, love and thrive until ones death
    Feeling the joy of each precious breath
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    One must live, love, not hide under a stone.

    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on.

    [SIZE=4]Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2020
    Rhyme

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    The Reality, The Light, The Uncertainty

    grey cold, the stone slab
    distant hills, a smoky haze
    waves soak rocky shores

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2020
    haiku


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    Note- 11-18-2020
    A distant voice, in a sweet dream thus spoke
    With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke
    Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key
    With such as armor, one never has to flee.
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 11-17-2020 at 07:27 AM.
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    Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

    Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death
    Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone.

    Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost
    The dark unknown we rightfully fear most
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    We are but hope and shreds of broken bone.

    Yet something rare exists in that first breath
    Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown.

    Can one live, love and thrive until ones death
    Feeling the joy of each precious breath
    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
    One must live, love, not hide under a stone.

    Dreams, imagination, write on, write on.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
    Rhyme, (Born From Dream Poetry)

    Note- 11-20-2020
    A distant voice, in a sweet dream it spoke
    With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke
    Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key
    With such as armor, one never has to flee.


    ******
    Golden Echoes And Quiet Serenity

    Sweet memories, youth and glorious days
    Dawn and the hours spent in Nature's abode
    Life, love to be, coming romantic plays
    Mysteries solved down the winding roads
    Palaces found in dreams of sweetest tastes
    O' the golden echoes of that first love
    Rush and rushing, afraid- no time to waste
    Sun beaming but soon storms ripping above.

    Youth and glorious days, treasures of life
    Soothing serenity of morn's first hour
    A calming respite from yesterday's strife
    Dear hope of youth and its happy towers
    A fortress built to fight both time and fate
    O' the blessings and delight of first kiss
    No worries, no grief- the innocence we ate
    Such gems of certainty, days we now miss.

    Youth honey sweet with the wonders of yore
    Twas' but a dream, a mere blink of the eye
    Yet in this heart exist a hole it tore
    Ripping the days before this soul may die.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
    Rhyme ( Born From Dream Poetry)

    Note:
    A memory, a treasure to never release
    Yes, time and fate this castle did invade
    To tear asunder, consume piece by piece
    Replacing heart's sweet glow with darkest shade.


    *****
    Pray I, A Prayer For My Sweet Release

    All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
    Marked by the raging roar headed my way
    Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
    A faster way of reaching break of day?
    The walls vibrate with Dark dancing about
    Through to window black-moon surrenders not
    Golden beams to uplift, force darkness out
    Before night's dark veil, heart feels the deep shot.

    Clock ticking, these drowning hours penetrate
    The feeble shield this olden soul has made
    Calamity comes brought by hands of Fate
    Into abyss, this weeping soul soon fades.
    Pray I, a prayer for my sweet release
    For an illuminated path to flee
    Welcome beams of divine Light to gift peace
    From the depths of this accursed wicked sea.

    All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
    Marked by the raging roar headed my way
    Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
    A faster way of reaching break of day?

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020
    Rhyme (Born From Dream Poetry)


    Note:

    With this recent break I have faced many obstacles in my path.

    Serious medical issues both for myself and my beloved wife.

    Writing was cast aside to deal with such but it never lets me walk away.

    Soon poetry invaded my dreams and the harder I fought to flee the

    More often it came to invade. I finally decided to write about the dreams

    The memories that came in my dreams of my youth, my distant path on

    this spinning blue marble. The first three poems are a start. How long

    it continues is not currently known to me.

    Maybe it stops now, or goes on for a while. Something had to give!

    I had to let the words come and each poem gave me a release, a most

    welcomed temporary spell of relief.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020
    Rhyme, (Dream Poetry)



    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
    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 LongTermGuy View Post
    Such I believe is true my friend.
    One can look at the magnificent poems of the great golden poets of old and then upon reading of their life history-see the connection - see they were so often writing of and about themselves in their creations.
    And many of them wrote about their dreams...
    As did Poe, Byron , Keats Shelley and many more.
    Many, many of my past poems were about my dreams-- tho' I did not specify such in my notes..
    -Tyr
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    The Moment A Brave Warrior Was Reborn,
    Part Four Of Dream Poetry, Write On, Write On



    And the magic potion had golden rays of light
    Lifesaving gift given to the wounded white knight
    Its base formed from mercy and seeds of pure love
    Channeled from the divine, high heavens above
    Its glow spreading warmth, hearts renewed that could see
    treasure rewarding the true spirit within he
    Its blessing, a stout shield against darkest of blights
    In that magical dark realm, indeed a rare sight!

    As he lay healing, dreams again began to rise
    Into battered body coming a great surprise
    Insight into true-power of love, life and light
    As healing body gifted magnificent might
    He awoke from time in palaces of pure gold
    Freed from thousands of evil lies he had been told
    Last gifts were divinely wrought armor, sword and shield
    Sent to insure he would never again have to yield!

    First returning moments were of serenity
    Cast back to the fray from of halls infinity
    He stood there, seeing the bloody battle yet lives
    His powers came from all he learned to forgive
    A new man, reborn to stop these banquets of feasts
    Those monsters coming forth from belly of the beast
    With courage and a sincere prayer truly said
    He went forth to destroy the Dark, cut off its head!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-25-2020
    (Rhyme/Narrative)
    Fourth poem Born From, Dream poetry
    Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On


    Note:
    I simply had not expected to return yesterday and
    start this continuation of my first dream poetry
    offering. Yet the inspiration had a power of its own,
    My soul was then forced to obey. My heart could
    no longer run away. Truth and Light again held sway.

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
    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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