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The Winter Blues

The Winter Blues
Robert J. Lindley 

Winter blew in with a scant little whimper 
Fall skulked away with hardly a peep 
Deep cold, blowing winds fit some's temper 
Yet others they sadden enough to weep! 

Snow brings its beauty and shining charms 
Frigid air sets furry critters about 
Blizzards blasting forth set great alarms 
Where frozen forested cries ring out. 

Nature knows best and gives as she pleases 
Hardest season sets the coming stage 
Death and pain, of which Spring then eases 
Time for each, says the wizened sage! 

Cold chills, hang glisten silent through the night 
Decembers solstice sets the stage northbound 
Jack Frost pretends to be Earth's white knight 
Dark days of winter winds; ice-kiss the ground 

Autumn renews chilling barren vows, 
Wonderland enables the sun on numb 
Icicles form, a voice shared -leaving nature roused 
Winter's blue melodies washed down with rum 

A cold peril storm, enjoying the winter sky 
Frostbitten dawn, desolate sunset of worthlessness 
A leafless desire to intensify nature's supply 
Loss from exposed skin, of hopelessness 
Snow, Sleet, and hell; patients needing detox 
Atlas Spring gives way to the Viral Equinox 

(Robert Lindley and Poet Destroyer co-write) 

~ ~ A Poet Destroyer Collaboration ~ ~

Contest: Collaboration Celebration- subject- Winter Reflections. 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Out of the Sun

             in the sun 
              to long
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
              in the sun
               to long
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories soothe 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long

Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

the you'est

when the world unfurls, 
and all that heart break spills out,
the daunting size and measure,
of problems and turmoil,
don't fear,
you are never as small as you think,

when fire dies,
and passion and genius you once knew,
disappears to some elusive recess,
beyond you're grasp,
don't despair,
you're never as dull as you imagine,

don't cling to days gone bye,
never believe you're best years have come and gone,
never believe you have grown stupid or cowardly,
you're only lost when you believe you are lost,

that fire burns brilliant inside of you,
you're larger than life and sharper than diamond glass,
and if you'le let them in, 
you're best days are still to come,

don't be afraid to let you're fire,
you're genius show, 
don't shrink just so others don't feel insecure around you,
so others don't judge you,
be brash, 
be huge,
be the largest most reckless self you can be,
never limit yourself,
fill out all the space you can,
be the you'est you,
be you're self.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

A Look Back

A Look Back

Fleeting the moments of laughter and joy,
   Love promises so much more:
There is no finality in the life garnered
   Once we see the dread of its end.

So short were the days in the sun:
   Where shining dawns offered deep hope
All we once were has now been done
   We live and loved in a dream.

Robert J. Lindley. 06-30-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |


Dismal stars out
Contrite to feelings
The moon glows brightly.
The storm is inside.
Tears form as I cry.

Regret, I don’t.
Have I done wrong?
Here and now stand
Weeping for hope.

Willow tree
Sways in wind
Vision rapt

Hope gales.

 Penned on January 02, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |


Emartra Van Doyle, II was a powerful leader.
As a powerhouse, he knew this was his golden age.
He formed leaders and defeated procrastination.
He prepared them for the world to come.
A connection of minds he was assembling.
Amass of intelligence that could construct and destroy.
When the time comes, Emarta Van Doyle, II would rule the universe with his  
There he stood with his mind in a riddle as he depolymerized his competitors.
Effete they became when he spoke.
Emartra was one of demonic presence but this was the beginning of his knowledge   
    within the world.
He was in the twenty-first century to explore the future.
Only the darkness knew his secret.

The organization was a corporate one.
Employing over five thousands plus individuals, Van Doyle, II had the love of work  
He was not born in wealth but at thirty-three years of age, he physically engaged 
    himself in becoming prestigious.
Colloguing with hundreds at a time, Emartra collaboration was refined.
His mind would inform his ambiances and architect would emerge bringing forth a 
    new world.
They emigrated from a universe not yet discovered but claimed a country in the   
    Western Hemisphere.
Emartra knew his people and his identity was as a birth child.
While artificial insemination is his form, his biological father was his mother’s 
Yet never to reveal as anything else, Emartra laughs because no means exist.
His people will come as emigrates.

Soon the trumpet will sound.
Triumphantly they will rejoice in the streets.
Their spirits will be high and they are normal people.	
However, once the darkness unfolds, the world, which they embrace, will biblically 
     emerge into a state of being.
Work life sentient only to those that is responsive intellectually.
Yet, Emartra is the brain that constructs.
The people of the world knew nothing of him.
Distinguished from its material elements, Emartra politicked the fundamentals.
Now in the mainstream of society is advocacy configured to take minds as no one 
     ever had.
Via the documentation of historians, what is occurring is universally mirage.
That is a change such as the first upright being to humanity today.
Emartra, metacognition postulates that depiction with ease.
He is well written through his playwrights.
He will seek another’s mind to prophesize.

This is the age of thrill seekers.
Emartra plays will capture the universe of people.
Humankind ritualized in which iniquity will meet perilous times.
Architect has change the scene.
People features and personality are not really the same.
Medical science has no knowledge of this revelation.
The world has been smitten by a difference in humanity.
Yet, man is man as woman is woman and as child is child.
Emartra is enjoying life.
Married and father of five, he is ideology of normal living.
By shaped, formed, and fashioned, he is a thrill seeker.
Today configuration is manifestation of delight that makes a quiver in society.
Penned on December 12, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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True Praise

I used to look at your wrinkly hands
And see the veins follow routes like a map
Your fingers shook like a spayed chihuahua on the piano keys
Demonstrating the chord in which I was supposed to play after you

I was thinking instead about the stool we were sharing
How old and fragile  the wooden piece was
The green-blue floral padding faded and worn
The chipped, wobbly legs 
That creaky sound when you repositioned...
And I was praying it wouldn't collapse under our bodies

Your voice was gentle and calm 
Softly pushing me back to my practice
 and my fingers played that bright G Chord
“Very good,” You praised with a smile
Your voice so small and lightly faded
But still loving and pleasant

You explained to me arpeggios and broken chords
And I was glad it was you explaining it
I remember yelling at my dad
And throwing a big tantrum over playing “Allouette” 
His straight harsh voice cut my fingers off the keys
As he ordered me to pay attention
Watching his hairy fingers demonstrate the left hand
And then the right
Pressing loudly and ramming the song into my every being

And I remembered 
I was never concerned about making him angry
I would laugh if he made a mistake in teaching
Or if he stumbled on his words - which was frustratingly rare
I would scream if he corrected me
And yet I was determined for his praise
That he never gave 

Your son loved music like you
And he wanted me to love it just like him
In an annoyed kind of way, I obliged
But I would make him suffer for forcing it on me
Even if I couldn't deny it was something I would always love

We never have our piano lessons anymore, Grandma 
But I will never forget how you taught me
That stool remains in the room
It hasn't been sat on for days

And it took far more than mere days
To receive from your son…true praise

But that’s okay
I will pray it collapses under his body

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

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Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Chastushka | |

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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I Will Never Kiss Those Lips

Well there you are
I have slithered into the wrong home tonight it seems
I sniffed out the repugnant ward and I don’t like what I see
You were magnificent in the face of all beholding you
But your conceit is a trap that even I, the snake, have fallen into
You mask yourself with humility
You compliment me to gain
Begging for the summer rain
Begging for the words that would settle your brain
You got it
But instead it rained on me
Showering me with dangling promises
As typical as can be
These words so execrably wasted on you
As if for a moment I could even dare CRAVE a poem for you
I do not hate you
I cannot love you
At times I do not know what to feel
Why do you do this? 
Put on a show and hope someone will notice? 
Do you want a nice pat on the back?

I am armless; I am all but muscle and scales
I am a dead carcass and yet you continue to compliment
The beauty of my revulsion 
I hold it to my heart
This trap you set 
I helped you set it right from the start
And you have forced upon me the mere THOUGHT of you
Taking away from my bitter lines 
What empty necessity I have turned out to be
Some kind of trophy coiled around your feet
Walking all over me

I’ve hissed and I’ve hurled insult 
And the rain pitter-pattered my distain
You rested knowing I would remain
You needed reassurance
You always needed GAIN

Well I’ll tell you
This serpent is drained
And oh how I hiss
I will not change into that typical mistress
That settles your conscience with a kiss
You will not have me 
I will never kiss those lips

For you are as fake as can be
And not even a snake like me
Will help you in the deceiving
As everyone watches your show
The only one truly believing

Don’t hesitate out the door
I’ll swallow you whole

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |


I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
 I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such tresspasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal 
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting 
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!

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Copyright © Haley Melton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

To run or not to run

Child thinking about running away

frayed from the inside
impaired…nobody cared…
I have no mother to nourish my unhealthy soul. My father loved the bottle and the bruises          combined with my mental wounds brought forth contused abrasions.
Free me, please, free me…
I am only a little girl who has dreams that only a little girl can dream. I am seeing that no matter what direction I walk I will always be in constant frantic fear. I am never going to be the little girl I should be. I am going to grow to be shameful as my innocence was stolen at such a young age. I had no concentration with too much recognizable pain. I started to skip classes. It began when the verbal distress grew worse. The damage caused so much pain I fell to the ground ragged and mangled.
Insults. belt buckles. wooden sticks.
If I make a decision to show a smile, I’ll be crying on the inside. If I choose to laugh, I’ll be drowning in panic internally. I am so tired…tired of my concealed sorrow.                                                                                                           Beyond the depth of nothingness, my silence lives inside a tomb. I have become two separate girls. One girl was bright and blameless with purity in her spirit. The other girl was battered and alone with no guidance, only abuse.  Surprisingly, I felt my life was worth saving and I knew my decision may bring me peace and safety. 
Packing one bag…packing two books…packing my teddy 
I knew in my heart it was the only way to escape the inferno of my father’s torment...

Runaway child

Sleepless nights contemplating; missing mum.
Next time his intoxication could kill me.
Tired of trying to fit in - remaining silent,
hardships of life turned me into a burden.

Mind made up, house disappeared into obscurity,
wind howled as rain gushed; but there was no going back.
Regret sets in as fear culminates,
ironically wanting my father to find me - he does not come.

The world seems so big - I feel so small,
like a mouse hiding from sly predators.
Penniless, scared, cold and hungry; 
wandering unknown streets - searching warm sanctuary.

In desperation, forced to commit acts
no 15 year old should ever experience.
Days on the street, lead to months..
Stained clothes - unwashed; dirty like a rat.
Frantically searching to belong - marginally surviving.
Don't know where to turn or who to trust, 
violated in a world of abuse.

Wondering what I ever did to deserve this.
Wishing I had never ran away.

26 April 2016
Collaboration with Laura Loo and Silent One

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance

James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

rose is beauty

rose is beauty like u
once crushed,
she would dissolve 
in the lap of soil,
with her tattered dreams
like every indian women

Copyright © sneha nair | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Death, A Mystery So Dreaded

Death, A Mystery So Dreaded

What light will shine upon my demise
  perhaps a lone candle burning low
Penny for your thoughts sounds so wise
  will that light burn truly to glow!

Will light shadows dance upon the wall
  a lively jig, complete with shouts
Will I still hear my beloved ones call
  or even know to have such doubts?

Can I wander back, check on my friends 
  just a quick glimpse just to see
Shall death have twists, turns and bends
  or deep blackness merely engulf me?

My love, my life- will it not be missed?
If so, I await our sweet eternal tryst?

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 17th 1979  

Note-- 	Eileen Manassian mentioned in a 
blog comment that she thought my sonnets 
quite good. So I now break out this sonnet
from my private journal written 36 years ago 
when I was 25 years old(wild as a mustang).
I dedicate its public showing to her, my friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Philosophy On Youth And Old Age

Philosophy On Youth And Old Age

Life bears its pain with a howl,
stubborn pride laying in tow
Yet living is always for the now
(Youthful pride sings out to play and show)!

Looking back, regrets eats out so many hearts
Vicious circle of good and bad repeats
A thousand sworn restarts,
Long sleepless nights in soiled sheets!

Weeping at follies thought to be great,
times remembered for nothing but vain pleasures
Of sad meals happily ate, 
Sins glorified , thought to be great treasures!

Morns promising love and joy with rising sun
the day dragging along dead acts
Darkness rising in glee not to be undone
Lies enlarged and arrogantly claimed as facts!

Seasons remembered as holidays on ice
cool winds sailing a pleasure ship
Too busy racing to ever be gentle and nice
All one long self pleasuring trip!

Life bears its pain with a howl,
stubborn pride laying in tow
Yet living is always for the now
Old age and time brings one to finally know!

Robert J. Lindley, 07- 22-2015

Time is a Light that shines to reveal 
the gross mistakes of we so wild
That in our ever racing youthful zeal
we act as stubborn and crazy child

Light shines with its purposeful goal
to teach us to be meek and mild
Lessons blessedly given to stir our soul
so our lives will not be so defiled....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

It Doesn't Help To Cry

You're confined to a bed,
with a sweaty smell.
And there are no windows,
as far as you can tell.

Food spills on your covers,
while flies eat from your plate.
And you find yourself, in
a vulnerable state.

The radio’s broken,
yet, there’s no books to read.
And you can't get a nurse,
no matter how you plead.

Geriatric nightmares,
torment you in this place.
And you feel forgotten,
as the years slow their pace.

You know, that you’ll be here
until the day you die.
And yet, you hold your tears,
it doesn't help to cry.

Secluded in shadows,
you long to feel the sun.
And you pray, death will come,
so your time here is done.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Epitaph On Embraced Denial

Epitaph On Embraced Denial 

Rocks falling from so many dark night skies
Rotten fruit baked into newly prized pies
Evil racing in disguised as fine new light
For we not blind by this enlightened sight!

Storms now called lovely soothing breeze
Glory and praise heaped upon broken trees
The new thought given out as purest gems
Broken vows pretending to be faithful hymns!

Stars shining on man on sad earthly ground
Fail to expose decrees so wickedly unsound
Life now races on a long deeply false path
Lies told on why we now reap God's holy wrath!

O' man! Why not seek what you absolutely deny
That without God, our souls shall never fly!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-22- 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Dead Stones

Dead Stones

In a graveyard well beyond our view
lay traces of past deeds in stone
If seen the horror reveals its true
death allows no way to ever atone!

Beneath sod and dirt lay deep rot
in dark the remains waste away
Found no way to keep what they got
never again to see the light of day!

Beating hearts embraced the greed
evil set the darkest racing tone
All given up to steal as they need
rot turning hearts to solid stone!

A dead stone below, paid headstone above
Too late, never found ,life is about Love!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-09-2015

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A Darkness Comes This Day

A Darkness Comes This Day

By all the bad signs that tap me
From this shell that now wraps me,
Hard as rock from bottom to top,
Great the God of war that did see
The spark resting deep within me.
Courage still rages, will never stop
These hard years that burnt my mind,
Pains etched into this aching soul,
Were no miracles to hunt or find.
Just punches one learned to roll.

Blackness now descends to engulf me,
Dark blood stirs in my weary head.
Beneath the massive armor wrapping me,
Lies the soldier long since dead!

R.J. Lindley 
Sept 19th , 1969

From the graveyard of my early writes, age 15..
My dad had died a few months before this poem 
was written.

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So Very Deep This Beast Lays

So Very Deep This Beast Lays

Under the darkness of earth, a cavern lays
Great evil rests within, in an eternal rage
Mortal man cries for help and this sadly prays
That this demon never gets to go on a rampage!

Earth trembles as it claws into solid stone
Cries of anger coming from its fiery head
Knowing it can briefing come when we are alone
We cry out, save us for we are soon to be dead!

Once every month granted one hour of escape
Evil beasts roams the world devouring its few
In dark places dressed in top hat and black cape
It awaits to slay and devour both me and you!

Brief freedom given, return it is forced to do
Back into God's deep dark prison cell to hide
Great Hope living, if the beast never finds you
Few ever can survive its vicious, slashing pride!

Careful to be silent and watch your every step
Monster waits to come forth to grab its prey
If you are the victim, only this will ever help
Look up, fall on knees, pray God forces it away!

Robert J. Lindley, 08--01-2015

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Dark Echoes Filled A Hurting Soul

Dark Echoes Filled A Hurting Soul

Yes,I cursed at your altar,I broke from the strain
Death caused me to falter,blues ate into my brain
No measure of pity,could ever heal this broken soul
Dark in the city,slashing me,taking a deadly toll.

You laughed,at my wounds,spit at my returning love
Like big waves hitting dunes,erosion ate from above
Night brought,loneliness aplenty,more hurting sounds
Never found,any kindness,yet cries were your hounds.

Yes,I know the sorrow,the cutting of the fresh meat
Nay,I never borrow,the stain of pity when you greet
No heart,holds your soul,as your hate eats to feel
Recovery,is my goal,as still I rejected your evil deal.

Robert J. Lindley, 08-02-2015

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Begging Again, Alone And Sad But Bold

Begging Again, Alone And Sad But Bold 

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
heartache you gave turned me so old.
Bloody daggers cut deeply into this soul.
Not forgotten was our sweet loving goal!
Lost dreams ache as sad stories are told, 
I beg again, alone and sad but so very bold!

Robert J. Lindley. 07-23-2015

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The moon is a curving flower of gold,
Sara Teasdale

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Just Not Meant To Be

Just Not Meant To Be

Stars glaring down on a hot summer night
pain and heartache eating into her soul
He had stormed off after a bitter fight
Dark of this night now taking a huge toll!

Memories, other nights and blissful days
Echoes of kisses tasting long and deep
Why could he not deny his savage ways
A jump he was just too afraid to leap?

Did she demand his changing too damn much
placing a huge chain on his freedoms then
All dark , she was clueless about such
denying savage ways of boys and men!

Haunting voice from the distant past replied
He said he always loved you but he lied!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015

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Shadows Resting Upon Stones

Shadows Resting On Stones

I follow the birds of night seeking a roost,
place to rest my old, weary head on high.
Looking down below for my heart's big boost,
as the lonely eerie darkness drifts on by!

I follow red racing lines of my future fate,
on paths strewn with big jagged boulders.
Seeking deeper knowledge of life not too late,
fill this head resting upon my shoulders!

I follow a ghost of her soft,sweetest caress,
thin mystical veil of gently mercy sent.
Behind the wail of all that I dare confess,
sins, pains and past life so ill spent!

I follow the shadow of a fleeing old man.
From the boiling pot into the frying pan!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-08-2015

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Revenge, Often A Great Meal

Revenge, Often A Great Meal

His hot gun was empty, one more life now black
He thought only a moment, never looked back
Why bother to dare question what had to be done
Death was grisly business, not meant to be fun!

The moment before he shot, a silence came on
this the execution, was a light to be shone
Murder of mother and father, a most grisly tale
now the guilty was dead, sent on into hell!

The dead tell no tales, they can hurt no more
down that dark path, sent on to Hell's door
Cold chill did its very best to wake him again
tell he had just executed his former friend!

Fate, master of sad, long and agonizing decrees
Nobody escapes, no matter how great are their pleas!

Robert J. Lindley
April 7th, 1973 

From the graveyard of old poems written decades ago. A dark one!

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Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed so brightly- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.

And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?

Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
In that vast space keeping souls far apart
They that know of epic past in its day.

Some few kneel, searching again for glory-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2015

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Total # Words:	110

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