When Long Shadows Leave Place of Their Hidden Abode

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Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018

Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 216
Total # Words: 150

Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse?
I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me
I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house..
Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark
add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts
again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark
for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts
I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly
measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep
notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why
as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!

When Long Shadows Leave Place Of Their Hidden Abode When long shadows leave place of their hidden abode of courageous hearts and great brave tales are told for within man's savagery lurks souls worth saving despite enormity of man's misbehaving! Where heart dearest of desires and world's darkness meets Are oft found fields of deep love or ashen defeats! When shadows are victorious and gaily leave epic the sorrows of those left to sadly grieve as neither lights from bright sun nor glittering stars can absolve evilest deeds or such bitter scars For deep within broken hearts, life shattering dreams Oft remains dark hate that fails to ones soul redeem! Where shadows in dancing groups and glory retreat rests dark scavengers to bow at victories feet as clamorous dens echoes their ravenous feasts innocent children go to sleep fearing such beasts Can it be that all mankind has such beasts within Born inward hidden as punishment for its sins! Robert J. Lindley, 8-03-2018 Rhyme Note- Woke today my muse raced into the house. With vicious voice, asked me this- are you a man or a mouse? I coolly replied, How dare you ask such foolish nonsense of me I the old poet ancient but still dreaming and master of my own house.. Then she smiled and commanded, write today and make deep and dark add in horror and maybe buckets of blood and guts again show me the soul, that first sent poetry's true spark for too oft lately I've thought you off and a bit nuts I coolly replied, have a seat, watch this old poets pen ink now fly measure the results against the contempt you too oft keep notice my calm and the fact I did not ask you- the why as I birth these dark verses and do not dare bore you to sleep!

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Emile Pinet

Date: 8/4/2018 12:23:00 PM

You are an accomplished artist...This is superb, flowing like honey, with a bitter sweet after taste. Your words took stage and treated the reader to a glimpse of your imagination and poetic skills. A well structured poem with an emotional release launching it into our conscious mind with a not so subtle impact. Emile.

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/4/2018 12:53:00 PM

Thank you my friend. I truly appreciate your kind comments on this imaginative and very dark poem. I have always written dark poetry as it represents a sad side of life!

Sand Blown

Date: 8/3/2018 3:26:00 PM

the poem, inside and out, is a nicely woven topological knot : )

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/4/2018 7:08:00 AM

Thank you my friend. Very pleased you liked this one even with it being a dark poem.

Charlie Smith

Date: 8/3/2018 12:25:00 PM

Even your notes are poems within the poem, friend Robert. Brilliant!!!

Robert Lindley
Date: 8/4/2018 7:07:00 AM

Thank you my friend. When that too oft hellish muse puts on her she-devil cape and demands dark poetry, I must obey. Or else suffer the consequences later.