CURRENT STATUS POEM WITH TEPPO -NEEDS CONNECTING FOUR VERSES
A1
Those joyous childhood days we danced together
Through the meadows, like a calyx of a flower,
In my caress you felt as light as a feather,
But then destiny rained on our summer shower.
Lifetime apart, I was carried to distant shores,
Our childhood innocence gone, love grew to ripeness
Worlds apart, with sweet memories that love restores,
My heart‘s bleeding goblet emptied in loneliness.
Parted by distance and time, I yearned for your light,
The flame of my heart eclipsed by burning desire
I had tried in vain to forget, crying at night,
Times alone, your beauty’s fairness I doth admire.
Fearing my ship had sailed, I traveled oceans vast
To be your knight, hoping it would not be in vain,
My longing love you answered with a zealous cast
We made our promise, vows to never part again.
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A2
Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice
Wading flames serving first to increase our ardor.
Summer, your sweet roses covered our great palace
Time away from your touch became much harder.
I look across this wind-blown, majestic ocean
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour.
I begged then for distance erasing potion
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower!
The desperate , longing look - your beautiful face
Informing me the dire depths that you found this clutch.
I reminded you, no distance could our love erase,
Or lesson my need , feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter
Now I board ship that will take me to my true love.
Reading my golden love sent you will feel better
Not again, my touch shall you be deprived of!
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Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
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SARA'S POEM START-- Serendipity(not necessarily the title yet)
When our lives touched serendipitously, my apple
Tree among the pines; romance sprung to life, silver
Unadorned, like sunlight upon water dappled
Waits for each dawn; thoughts flood as the flowing river
Thoughts press in, touch, revealing the depths of my soul
Confused desire surrounds my core while the heart pines
Encircled in your arms will I feel our love’s whole
Once again, memories ghost like haunt, cling, define
Second draft-Happenstance(Maybe Title)
When our lives touched serendipitously, my apple
Tree among the pines; romance sprung to life, silver
Unadorned, like sunlight upon water dappled
Waits for each dawn; thoughts flood like the flowing river
Thoughts press in, touch, revealing the depths of my soul
Confused desire surrounds my core while the heart pines
Encircled in your arms will I feel our love’s whole
Once again, memories ghostly haunt, cling, define
Memories bridge the ocean’s span join empty hearts
Upon the widow’s walk in love’s deep trance abide
Long for moments each heart leaps for joy like a hart
When one glimpse renews desire, rush, embrace beside
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Final draft with Broken Wings.
I gazed at your beauty and your hair cascading,
You glanced at me- O, he is handsome, this stranger;
Your sensuous lips so tempting, captivating,
I laughed and it was such a deep rumbling laughter.
And this was the beginning of our love affair,
Your family would not approve of this pairing;
On a ship leading you to a life of despair,
So we met in secret, making love and talking.
As the ship entered port you slipped me your address,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
We have been corresponding, our words a caress,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
I will never forget out gifted nights of bliss,
So a secret journey I have planned- a voyage;
You love me with true love and I long for your kiss,
And I will beseech for your hand in marriage.
Last week I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
This time away, from your touch became harder,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice,
Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor;
Summer, your sweet roses covered our great palace,
This time away, from your touch became much harder.
I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean,
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour;
I begged then for distance erasing potion,
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower.
The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face,
Informing me the dire depths that you found this clutch;
I reminded, you no distance, could our love erase,
Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
Now, board ship that will take me to my true love:
Reading my golden love sent you will feel better,
Never my loving touch shall you be deprived of.
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FINAL DRAFTING.
Madelaine’s Chalice
On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing you; we’d wed or I’d be your paramour.
The levant winds blew through Spain’s hills unfettered
bringing death to suitors far and wide from above.
We had cause to feel our choice had made us debtors,
leaving our love a littered path, a ball-fisted glove.
Like Romeo I’d leave, not die, but without a trace
for I’d not hurt you more and death would be too much.
I’d give you time to heal your sorrows to embrace,
to come to terms with the rightness of our chaste touch.
In a far off land, I recall your devotion;
your lamented father’s wish for a princely dower,
but all have died who wished our love to be undone.
Soon, I’ll claim my Lady from her empty tower.
Fate gifted us passion, drinking from its chalice.
We waded through flaming waves of rising ardor,
in your summer home, your primrose covered palace.
The memories of your touch make absence harder.
As I looked across the wind-blown spray of ocean,
my mind turned to the sadness of our parting hours
Kneeling, I begged for a distance closing potion
so I could reclaim you to our rosy bower.
I see your longing, desperate, lovely, face
endowed in fears dire depth as we parted from the clutch.
I reminded you distance could not erase love’s trace
or lesson my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent a love-soaked, tear-stained letter;
now I return aboard a ship to my sweet dove.
I hope my missive sent has made you feel better,
nevermore will I be denied the touch of my love.
Debbie Guzzi and Robert Lindley..
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1. Finished and removed to post..
2. new draft
She had finished hurting John, she saw bright stars.
No, not the first time but as of hundreds times before.
She had came again, wearing that sweet,sweet perfume,
The kind that gave him hot flashes of thought.
But what did he know at seventeen still a young boy,
And she at twenty-five and a married woman?
At age sixteen he changed a flat tire, she broken down roadside
She had flirted with him the entire time:
ASKING PERSONAL QUESTIONS THAT MADE HIM BLUSH
That next night, he had met her at a secluded park,
She showed him the universe and those magic stars!
Thus had chained him to her hot and dark comet!
Now he could not resist any whim see proposed.
Each time, the pain increased until he started weeping.
It was a mental pain, not physical at all.
For he really, truly, and deeply loved her,
With pure love born from that sweet first encounter
Now bitterest truth invaded his fantasy world.
Now he knew that even women could be monsters,
That she used him to hurt her husband and to satisfy her dark side!
Yet even with such mental pain and knowledge he could not resist her!
As the months grew into years, his claws grew, his teeth did too.
Seven years had crept by and on that dark night he vowed,
To break that evil binding chain she had spun!
Cool breeze blew as he drove to their secret spot.
He waited, with his hate and love deeply entwined.
No gun in his sweaty hands, o knife which which to cut!
Just a big and beautiful red-rose to offer her.
To ask her to be his forever and ever!
He asked the first moment after she had given the first kiss.
She stepped back, as if to consider his request,
then quickly and very brutally turned him down!
Laughed her usual wicked laugh and reached into her purse,
Next he saw a small pistol in her hand!
He heard faint echoes of fireworks, six to be exact.
Fell to his knees as if to beg her for true love again!
Then he saw red, huge red streams gushing out,
Spilling upon that once sacred ground!
My God, he screamed in his anguished mind, she has shot me!
Then as if reading his mind , she spoke with her dark voice
Yes, I just shot you and ended our game-well ended my game mind you.
YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED AS THE SECOND SACRIFICE!
Seven years ago to the day I shot my first lover, my first sacrifice
The next morning, did my flat tire trick to lure you in.
I had been eyeing you for months awaiting that day,
And you, like the first, could not keep your lusting eyes off me.
Now with your death, I need only the third to gain my release
Release from the hidden beast that is my husband!
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Finished version........-Tyr
The Promised Release
After she had finished hurting John, she saw bright stars.
No, not the first time but as of hundreds times gone before.
She had came again, wearing that sweet, sweet perfume,
The kind that gave him hot flashes of thought.
But what did he know at seventeen still a young boy,
And she at twenty-five and a married woman?
At age sixteen he changed a flat tire on her car, broken down roadside.
She had flirted with him the entire time:
asking personal questions that made him blush
That next night, he had met her at a secluded park,
She showed him the universe and those magic stars!
Thus had chained him to her hot and dark comet!
Now he could not resist any whim see proposed.
Each time, the pain increased until he started weeping.
It was a mental pain, not physical at all.
For he really, truly, and deeply loved her,
With pure love born from that sweet first encounter
Now bitterest truth had invaded his fantasy rich world.
Now he knew that even women could be monsters,
That she used him to hurt her husband and to satisfy her dark side!
Yet even with such mental pain and knowledge he could not resist her!
As the months grew into years, his claws grew, his teeth did too.
Seven years had crept by and on that dark night he vowed,
To break that evil binding chain she had spun!
Cool breeze blew as he drove to their secret spot.
He waited, with his hate and love deeply entwined.
No gun in his sweaty hands, no knife with which to cut!
Just a big and beautiful red-rose to offer her.
To ask her to be his wife, forever and ever!
He asked the first moment after she had given the first kiss.
She stepped back, as if to consider his request,
then quickly and very brutally turned him down!
Laughed her usual wicked laugh and reached into her purse,
Next he saw a small pistol in her hand!
Then he heard faint echoes of fireworks, six echoes to be exact.
He fell to his knees, as if to beg her for her true love again!
Then he saw red, huge red streams gushing out,
Spilling upon that once sacred ground!
In his anguished mind, he screamed out, "my god she has shot me"!
Then as if reading his mind , she spoke with her dark and glee-filled voice
Yes, I shot you and ended our game- well in truth, ended my game mind you.
You should feel honored as the second sacrifice!
Seven years ago to this day, I shot my first young lover, my first sacrifice
The very next morning, did my flat tire trick to lure you in.
I had been eyeing you for months awaiting that day,
And you, like the first, could not keep your lusting eyes off of me.
Now with your death, I need only the third to gain my release
Release from the hidden beast that is my husband!
In his last few moments on earth he asked, but why, why
When I offered true love and to be your slave?
She laughed and said, I need no slave! I AM ONE!
My master promises my release upon the third sacrifice!
And I will do anything to be rid of that foul and dark beast.
To never have to endure again, his touch and his foul breath.
John, you can now join Jason in that dark pit master promised.
Chained together and eternally bitten and clawed by ravaging beasts
No death release allowed, because HE delights in watching the show
You never asked my husband's name, it is Lucifer,
And I gave him my soul to gain this body, this magnificent beauty you craved.
Know this before you go- your younger brother Jack is next!
With those horrible words said to him, John heard another far off echoing shot ring out
She slump forward by his side. Shot through her black and wicked heart
From a mile away Jack had fired his rifle and had hit her heart dead center, as promised.
Not knowing her second victim was his older brother!
But instead, doing as requested to get his greatest wish granted,
To be by far, the very best and most famous rifle shot in the entire world!
Putting down the rifle he turned to ask- now that it is down, my first kill
Will I always have this great gift?
And Lucifer replied, Yes my new son, you will until your dying day.
I have great plans for you and your future seven hundred kills!
And in that future task, you will do splendidly, missing no innocent victims!
Jack smiled, pondering how many years it would take to reach that mark!
Robert J. Lindley,1-21-2017
Poetry form- Narrative, non-metered verse
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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EDIT Date 1-28-2017-- a fragment--first start
Those white lines , on earthly roads flashing by
Life just illusions we dream in our souls
No matter if we laugh or sing and cry
Every road, comes with its heavy tolls
Years roll by, as we walk on pretending
We are important, can not ever die
Yet one day,
Yet one last day
If blessed, we may
Become one of those white lines-- never ending!
NOTE--
*STOP* CONSIDER THIS LAST CHANGE IN POEM STRUCTURE AND IF ANOTHER 4 VERSE STANZA IS NEEDED....TYR
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New collaboration, With Keith
FIRST HALF, MY PART--FIRST DRAFT....
As for the collaboration --- à big yes of course! You can send one if you have one in the works. All the best!
YOUR LAST MAIL ABOVE.
I edited and now send this as my first half.
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Angel, No Romantic Heart Could Forget
Desiring to feel again, thy warmest touch,
Dreams that have faded into distant past,
Love burning hot in our hearts was too much,
Its glow and ardor faded too fast,
Thou wouldst have had eternal sweet dreams,
In castles created to hold our true love,
Alas! This dark world destroyed with wicked schemes
All that was heaven sent from above.
We in our youth, tasted of love's purity divine,
Gentle hands, held wealth of all precious to me,
Thy image and power, did my romantic soul refine
Gifting passionate fruits of thy bountiful tree;
Now my soul, cries out for thy blessed return,
This miracle I pray shall one day be,
As flower meadows, rich in glory, one never spurns,
Let love send us again, sailing on its heavenly sea.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2017
2ND PART, ANSWER AND CONCLUSION.. YOUR GOLDEN PEN NOW GETS TO FLOW KEITH.
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edited version on my new poem...
Rain falls, thunder crashes, fierce winds blow trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black and dreary day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages, worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead, sweet hope, a bright path leading to this life restart
With power to waken these weary, blinded eyes
and stop salty tears falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see beyond blackened storms
find solace in love and hope in my wife's loving arms
Yet, the wall of clouds yields to nothing in its great power
far more strength than this broken soul musters this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that ray of Light
healer of stab wounds from daggers, found on this dark night
I pray for the gift of wisdom to walk that brightly lit path
and release this saddened soul from the evil, wicked wrath.
Rain falls, thunder crashes, fierce winds blow trees away
I pray in supplication that tomorrow might be a gentler day.
8-20-2017
first draft of a new collaboration. with keith
You buried your heart in a field of stones
erased your tracks to keep it well hidden
Denied love lost in midnight crying moans
fell so ill as the become bed-ridden
I raced through hell's hot fires to your side
with promises and heart in trembling hand
Weathered you through wailing tears and low tide
promised you moonlight walks on white beach sand.
Now darling, I wake to find you not here
this house echoes cries for you swift return
Shall I yield unto death my darkest fear
all our romantic bridges dare to burn
Midnight bells, broken heart sinks deeper down
not understanding why you raced away
Tragic nights I wander round this ghost town
stop at our hidden place, kneeling to pray.
Send some sweet mercy to this shattered soul
pray tell, whatever grieves you heart and mind
For soon I may rest in a graveyard hole
My tear-filled tracks well soaked for you to find
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Total # Words: 158
Write her 20 verse reply-- 1. either to prevent my early demise - 2. or after having found my grave stone or 3. some other imaginative ending you think goes well with the opening.
Title can be created later, ok?
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Collaboration -first half, subject dark, monster and death
Care to do the concluding half, if so helps to think of think Beowolf??
Sweetest Revenge He In Anguish Has Sworn
I found its mountain lair and its magic sword
left untouched, massive gold, its bloody hoard
Seven years, trailing it to now find it gone
all it left was bloody guts, and gnawed bone.
Years back it came, took my everything away
swore on my life to find and make it pay
No remains ever found of wife and young son
my oath, live or die I'll see it undone!
Many ghastly tales told in local lore
seven years, comes leaving bloody gore
Hate and anguish stir within my aching soul
this vengeful trek takes a most heavy toll.
Tonight it comes, one last meal before it goes
in my heart even deeper rage now grows
A trap I must set and slay this wicked beast
while its busy eating a bloody feast.
Tales say this beast walks about on two feet
with its own sword, I shall bring its defeat.
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Robert J. Lindley
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OK, SECOND COLLABORATION OFFER , THIS ONE IS NOT MONSTER DARK BUT A PLEADING CRY FOR FORGIVENESS FROM A GRIEVING HEART.
LET ME KNOW , OK??
Darling, Can Our Lost Love Begin Anew
O that thy sad heart would see me again
broken soul among crowds in darkest glen
Sleeping beneath dead trees and falling dew
aches of desirous memories of you!
O that death brings its sleep forevermore
I fear we are doomed to different shores
I rest alone, bones without purple crown
hast once thy true love now brought thy king down?
O that hope could find a way to save me
sinking ship on a tumultuous sea
In thy broke heart can my soul dwell anew
where eternity waits for me and you!
Will earth and sky send you this furtive plea
poetic words provide hope's greatest key
Can love returned, now heal both shattered dreams
or shall I drown in my sorrowful streams?
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Total # Words: 124
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Chess games I played and won...
White- me -- black- ChessKing
1.e40.6e51.8
2.Nf30.8Nc69.4
3.Nc30.8Nf65.2
4.d41.0exd411.3
5.Nxd40.9Nxd42.9
6.Qxd40.7Be76.0
7.e52.1Nh523.3
8.Be24.0g62.1
9.Bxh525.4gxh54.1
10.e69.1Bf61.3
11.exf7+2.7Kxf71.1
12.Qc4+11.7d51.6
13.Qe233.0Re82.1
14.Be31.8d41.9
15.Qxh5+2.0Kg89.4
16.Ne413.0dxe34.0
17.Nxf6+32.6Qxf62.1
18.Qxe8+3.7Kg70.8
19.O-O-O13.0exf215.6
20.Rdf118.3b615.9
21.Qe336.3Ba610.2
22.Rxf212.0Qg66.3
23.Qd4+12.7Kg84.9
24.Qd5+2.8Kg75.2
25.Qxa85.5 1-0
Black resigns in a hopeless completely lost position.--Tyr
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