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Bitter Harvest of Thy Wickedness

Bitter Harvest Of Thy Wickedness Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne Sleep in peace upon a silk laden bed. Why now in old age, do thy dare to moan In deep fear of ghosts of those murdered dead? Are not thy treasure vaults filled to the brim With stolen wealth from lambs of this dark world? Yet thy black heart, feels the murder of him And that Heaven bolt that may soon be hurled! Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit And thy wicked soul now sees the true light Yet thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root To try to bring forth never ending night! Thou hast slain thousands for that golden throne. Why now in old age, do thou dare to moan? R. J. Lindley, Jan. 11th, 1980

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Jan Allison

Date: 11/19/2016 3:56:00 PM

Robert you have a treasure chest of older works for us to open and enjoy - this is a gem and I agree with Lin and Carolyn it does send out a strong message. Please please don't go Robert there is a place for us all in the soup bowl:-) hugs Jan xx

Charlie Smith

Date: 11/19/2016 7:49:00 AM

Such power and depth of spirit will be a sad loss for this forum. Retiring its sonnet master can only be for me such sweet sorrow...

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/18/2016 9:52:00 PM

True poetry, this is a fav, you have outdone yourself here Robert!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 11/18/2016 2:11:00 PM

Robert, I agree with Lin. This does sound like a work of Shakespeare, but it has a ring of anger that makes me sad for you. I notice it was written long ago, so perhaps you are recalling a state of mind that haunts you. "Bitter fruit" is best left uneaten and I rarely find any "triumph in destruction." Your poem is very well written. I responded to your soup mail and hope you feel better in days to come. (I'm rarely on this site.) Hugs, Carolyn

Lin Lane

Date: 11/18/2016 10:11:00 AM

This one reminds me of Macbeth, Robert. "Triumph in destruction tis' bitter fruit.." and "thou sprang from dark tree's most evil root" ~ great lines.

Robert Lindley
Date: 11/18/2016 10:39:00 AM

Yes and quite sadly I see that my offerings of my old poems, written with deep meanings and clear message receive such short drift here. As it seems to me that poetry now is in a phase of glorified shallowness and modern philosophy of presenting glittering gems that have little depth and much pizazz. Thus I feel soon to stop and withdraw.. Find another group that can and will receive such with greater understanding.. A swift cool stream without depth , serves only beauty but not spirit. Poetry should serve both..