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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head.
Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues,
cast jagged stones into his every night's bed.
He looking back at all his dear family now gone,
his broken soul cried- God release me please.
I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone,
my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease
Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams,
hope that another day would great blessings bring.
Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams,
such that morn's new light made his joy sing

As each day brought its bricks and falling stones,
Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2016 

Dedicated to all my friends here that give me hope each day.
Hope that life will give future blessings and my family will
be well and safe when I am gone.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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A Tribute To Peter Duggan

A Tribute To Peter Duggan 


What can I say as tribute to this great man
the kindness in his poems just beams out
His great love of Nature, family and life can
cause my heart to rise up and sing out!

First, I saw a man writing with a sweet soul
with clear flowing waters in his stream
Writing about good and even about life's toll
never lets up on heart and mind's dream!

Rivers he knew just like his own huge heart
a man of passion that danced with glee
Yes, he wrote with gold right from the start
honorable man, great poet he surely be!

Love of all life, family and his darling wife
Peter ran a path I dreamed of as well
Never one to mince words about past strife
he inked the page, often giving it hell!

Poetry seemed melted into his Aussie blood
sweet verses he grew as Nature's flowers
Energetic and valiant, no stick in the mud
his poems were all like Spring showers!

Nothing more to say except tribute is sincere
would love to meet he and family some day
Where our gathering would bring all good cheer
Thank God if that blessing came my way!

08-04-2015 

Silent One
Contest Name--	Tribute 
 
Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline	9/2/2015 12:00:00 AM

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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

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The Fight, The Prize And Fate

The Fight, The Prize And Fate


I fought you viciously for my dear life
You that puts dread into long, dark nights
Deep mental cuts were like a sharp knife
Blood gushing forth, horrific sights!

Fought you alone in the midnight hour
Cursed you into deep hell each day
You that cuts down youth's eager flower
Kill all bravely standing in your way!

In the black caverns you cast forth
A chill resides to eat on my bones
Colder than icy wind from the North
Time eating curses uttered in sad tones

Victory over your void I will not gain
For time yields to no earthly power
Yet my fight will remind you yet again
I fought you, fought until the last hour!

Robert J. Lindley, no-date.
Note- a rewrite of my poem written back in 1978

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 
ones
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?
"Happiness" 
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

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Blossoms And Bubbles

Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.

Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.

Mother's  heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with  loving care.

Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.


April 6, 2015

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Scent of Talcum

    A humid afternoon , in the middle of August,  has nothing much to commend about it.  I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street.   It's too hot for even the ardent gardener to be out and about, and sidewalks are deserted, while children are herded into backyard wading pools. Clouds are softly framed in bands of charcoal grey.  
I stand on the corner, waiting for the light to change, and waiting for cars to allow me to cross the street.

rush hour traffic...
bees circle the elm trees with
no notice of me

     I approach the old Victorian, and can't help but notice how painted shutters need repair, and the garden needs weeding, with devil-grass taking over the wind-whipped faces of dreary, old zinnias. Seeing it so unkempt, makes me a little sad  
   Drooping over the sidewalk, thirsty roses lean over to greet me, as I ring the bell.  A dear old woman opens the door, and suddenly, with unbridled joy, sparkling eyes, leathery old face, that crinkles into delight, my gloomy mood evaporates, like a freshly-washed springtime day,....and I'm quickly ushered into the talcum-scented foyer of friendship. 

a wilted blossom
still beautiful in my palm....
new lines in her face


________________________________________________
7/19/15  For Contest Sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven 

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights

Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights

Soft spoken and sweet art thy graceful ways
Within forests of rainbow trees a light shines
For each of thy songs, the sad world pays
Reluctance in glory and resentfully it opines.
Coming Spring, brings increases in thy lights
With calming days and grace in castle towers
Soft spirits dance in woods on cooler nights
And later finds comfort in thy majestic powers!

Sun and morn bring far more pleasant things
Even happiness in light cool spring showers
Gratitude for blessings thy heart always brings
Admiration for thy gracefully wielded powers.

Mother Nature, you the seed of earth's delights
And greatest author of its most beautiful sights!

R. J. Lindley
no date on old poem.


No date on an old poem.  Most likely late 70's to early 80's. 
found six verses to another poem  that I may finish if I 
can find the time and do not forget to do so.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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That Old Tree Was Loved

That Old Tree Was Loved
That old tree had weathered many storms past
Veteran of countless intense brush fires
Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast
Yet this summer, one can see where it tires.

Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up
Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn
Dried out looking for water from drought's cup
If it dies this year , so it was its turn.

Child of nine swung from its lofty branches
Climbing so very high for a huge thrill
Tree was life and we daring to take chances
To see farther, what lay over the next hill.

A picture of old and ancient life now gone.
Remembering, this heart again feels so alone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015


Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . 
As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty. 
When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there.
 Only a huge stump remained.
For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world.........

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The Gift, Then The Complaint

The Gift, Then The Complaint


Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!

This life can be so mysterious indeed
first you may refuse to stop or plead
Yet time brings its own eternal whip
a cut each little time you dare slip!

No great solace lasts more than a week
future may grant but tis' only a peek
A sight given to beg the mind to see
To climb the tallest mountain to plea!

Of course the world cries out to stop
toss away the fine broom and dirty mop
With much deeper sinister cry and hue
dire threats blast you right on cue!

Gladly if only, I had nothing to say,
I could just murmur and walk far away
Instead I write to spend my new day
doing so with no acclaim and no pay!


Robert J. Lindley, 07-15-2015

Note-- No serious complaining my friends.  I write poetry because
it is in my blood. Acclaim and/or pay would just be icing on the cake
 were they ever to appear. I expect only to be read and if thats all-fine by me.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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All The World Races Away , While I Pause

All The World Races Away , While I Pause

I will write yet again this sweet night,
cows need milking , the barn cleaning.
Sunny morn but this place is a sore sight,
critters need feeding, fence is leaning!

I will hold my thoughts until sunset,
a chore that allows me to still give.
Sure life is a gamble, a very sad bet
yet we must learn to love and let live!

Do not sorrow for my poor saddened cause,
there is gold in the clouds, a kiss awaits.
All the world races away , while I pause
to tempt her and curse the darker fates!

Standing on the precipice to now decide.
Does one rage on to live or race away to hide?

Robert J. Lindley, 07-16-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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My Imagined Vixen

My Imagined Vixen

My vixen is blue with gold bouncing in her hair
She swims in my mind like a lost mermaid
A storm brewing rapidly upon a calm ocean
Nights she lets loose with romantic favors
Touching my every desire in intimate ways
Eating my heart while holding me back each moment
She flies with birds while taunting the glowing moon
Commands stars to twinkle in rhyme with my moans
Strokes my ego while soothing my spirit
A vixen to the core and leaves me wanting ever more
Washing my feet while I marvel at her dainty feet
Singing my favorite songs with music from thin air
Whispers words that ease my soul and stokes my fires
No pains can stay when she caresses my aching mind
Ravishing beauty no other man has ever seen
Temptress that never fails to please and inspire

Mere words fail me when she holds my soul
An icing on cake a mile deep and wide
Sweeter than honey on a buttered biscuit
Smile that fades the stars and makes the moon cry

My vixen , my vixen we see eye to eye
She that hold my days in her hands
My nights seep into her bosom and cry for more
My vixen , my vixen, now and forever more
My vixen, her love I will always drink
And stroke her bouncing gold hair

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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For She, This Victory Was Gained- Sonnet number 2

For She, This Victory Was Gained-  Sonnet number 2


You that loved her for her long, yellow hair,  
I for her grace, charm and brilliant mind.
You left her sick and without a damn care,
while I nursed her to health staying behind.

Nights that you had her wrapped in your lies,
You fooled her with your snakelike charm.
I sat alone trying to break your evil ties,
desperately fighting to defeat your harm.

That summer we battled for her sweet hand.
A contest between your evil and truth's might.
I defeated you utterly with a true moral stand,
And you the rascal fled away in the hot night.

Now we together found exactly what true love is.
Love is "we and ours", happily not,"her and his"!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015

Note: Very loosely based upon a past experience in the late 70's..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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MIST

A veil of smoke can tie a knot
Around each mote
I cannot mask the wind
Just like the mote cannot be tied and twinned
I am soaked in a dense haar
Blindly following the sound of the guitar
But in the day I have to face the dark
When you feel guilty and say ‘I lied’
Made efforts but cant stop the emotions of a misty-eyed
A glass covered with murk and steam
Give it heat, it will fly away flapping its invisible wings
Give it an ice rind, it will make the glass its domain in-situ
Like a diamond precious ring
This world is full of illusions
Every real thing is a fusion
Try to rub the haze of life
It will show you the existence of soul in  your  eyes

Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

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Strangers

Strangers

I once met a very old man, his name it does not matter.
He taught me many important things, among them,  "Listen, do not chatter".

I once met a colorful clown, he made everyone always smile.
But inside his heart was very sad, he begged "please, just sit a while".

I once met a homeless boy, who had traveled far and wide.
Always searching for the answers,but how he thieved, and lied. 
 
I once met a rising star, her magical voice would soar.
She sang so well, from her heart and soul,I can still feel it to the core. 

I once met a rich old lady, she had not a dime to her name.
But she had something we all want, not the diamonds, nor the fame. 

I once met a lone stray dog, who couldn't find his way.
I gave him food and shelter, and he decided he would stay. 

Strangers we pass in our busy days, have a story we do not know.
Give a moment, share some time, or just smile, and say  "Hello".  

-Mary Waldeck

-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015

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Goddess Of Sweetest Desire

Goddess Of Sweetest Desire


Eternally strong, forever soft and free,
Her life spread as wings of a dove.
Fragrant fruit on Nature's fairest tree.
She that so displayed her true love.
Earth could not hold her dancing glee,
Even within its throngs of spirits fair--
music gifted from Heavenly song,
angels thrilled to her image see,
became brighter that moment and more aware;
While happiness came racing on in,
She the fantasy of mortal men.

Hoping that Fate to her life be so kind,
her admirers sent their praise and thanks.
Sight given to those formerly so blind,
miracles sent from majestic heavenly banks!

To her Nature bowed its lofty head,
with pluck sang a streaming, gentle song
And increased her deep love instead--
this she knew, gift so very great and long,
found a path where angels and Gods tread!

Mists of time gentle to her beauty were,
all yielded to the hands of Fate,
such were the great blessings given her--
vanished any vestige of mortal hate,
She the sympathy of the Fates did stir! 

Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Cool Morning Winds Blow Soft And Fair

Cool Morning Winds Blow Soft And Fair


Bury your deepest sorrow in fertile soil,
let the pain waste away right there.
Sad heartache is worse than slaving toil,
yet cool morning winds blow soft and fair.

Do not be sad,there is hope in the life,
rainbows appear when least expected.
Darkness rages on with trouble and strife,
judgment when love and faith are neglected.

Do not be downcast, blessings come unaware,
walk the path a man should hold dear.
Dare the night to give its best scare,
faith and love conquers every fear.

Watch the sky tilt its shiny bright head.
Hope lives on if you are not already dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-21-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The Long Road To Her Heart

The Long Road To Her Heart


As I trample my sweat into reddened dust
walking down this long winding road I must
Seek her soothing heart laced with glee
ripened fruit hanging upon a fantasy tree!

Blowing petal to petal , heart to heart
welcoming breeze guides me from the start
Time holds no wonders that she can not give
paradise awaits with its glory as we Live!

Although the morn is long, the sun so hot
my life is wonderful knowing what I got
A treasure sent to hold me in my place
moonlit eyes upon her soft glowing face!

As I trample my sweat into reddened dust
walking down this long winding road I must
Seek her soothing heart laced with glee
ripened fruit hanging upon a fantasy tree!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-12 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Sweetest Love, Embraces The Moon's Light

Sweetest Love, Embraces The Moon's Light


Sweet love, grows even as we sleep
against its breast, dares to hold it close
Memories of such nights burn in deep
like the great beauty of a lover's rose

Burning kiss, a kiss so magically felt
into your arms my body quickly flows
As my heart and soul stir to melt
moonlight gifts its majestic shows

Tender hands, that touch my cheeks
creating the dream I fly deep into
Such passion, all a lover ever seeks
eternal hours holding and kissing you

Glowing smile, sends love in waves
dancing long Summer nights away
Your true love my life forever saves
passionate blessing forever and a day

Sweet love, grows even as we sleep
against its breast, dares to hold it close
Memories of such nights burn in deep
like the great beauty of a lover's rose

Sweet love, embraces the moon's light
snatches the heart, dares to hold it tight

Robert J. Lindley , 05-24-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Just A Natural Thing

Just A Natural Thing


Emerging into the coolness of the frost on the ground,
Nature calls deeply to my soul with its sweetest sound
Fall has sunk in with its widespread leaf killing bite
The wild woods so naked present a less appealing sight.

Sunset breeze stings much more in its calm and cool way,
Nature demands more from furry critters in hardship pay
Owls know the coming change will bring them more meals
Drastic change spreads across meadows, woods and hills.

This coming bleak and savagely measured epic onslaught,
a lethal trap to the many critters unprepared and caught
No mercy given in Nature's most wrathful and cold season
Nature demands weak and sick die, survival is the reason.

Spring awaits killing off of the useless, and its unneeded.
Its garden must flourish with beauty after its been weeded!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow

Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow

Yesteryear her heart slept upon my pillow,
there warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Her life gone now, cut the weeping willow
shred the shadows dancing in my dismay.

Those magnificent nights we shared our all
drank in love, life and sweetest wine.
Holding on to her precious memories I recall
feasts upon which I again want to dine.

Forever faithful in our true love's passion,
eager for each new dawn's wondrous day.
Her touch and style never out of fashion,
I dare to plead for again whenever I pray.

There warmth and tenderness softly lay.
Two hearts melted together each new day.

R.J. Lindley
June 11th 1976

NOTE-- This stanza below was pulled and the closing
two verses inserted to change the poem into a sonnet.
I'll always keep both versions.... My wife practically demanded
that I not change it at all! I replied, author's privilege and now 
she pouts methinks. 

"Life and Time destroyed the beauty of that rose,
a flower plucked from its heavenly spot.
Sad, a living death that in addiction she chose
and all our life and future she then forgot."

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride

Memories, Of Majestic And Wild Ride

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each new day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Sunrise toasted heart and stirred Love,
a beam of Hope deep within his mind.
Softened calls from the morning dove,
served to set him aglow and then remind.

He could no longer hold onto the dead,
she that fired his spirit and Soul.
Yet always, he remembers words she said,
how Time raced with its goal and toll.

Thoughts on life to be actively loved,
gave energy for his passionate flight.
Each sunny day hit him hard and shoved,
imagined beauties visiting him each night.

Yet always, this memory haunted his mind,
how darling wife said , Yes forever I do!
And how he cried deeply replying in kind.
They together each morn their love renew!

Forever and defying black storms at play,
no longer young and full of zeal.
Seeking first the lost joy in each new day,
the old man sometimes got his thrill.

Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015

Note- Looking back, life sho' has been 
a majestic and wild ride!
ADD:    This started as a sonnet, but my muse yet again had her way!
She thinks that I can not tie my shoes unless she tells me how.. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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That Fire Burning My Needs

That Fire Burning My Needs

I fought your memory deep into lonely nights
gentle touches that were all delights.
Do not hold my love against my last desire
for my feet are still in your fire.

Where life now rambles in my desperate mind
rests clouds of romance waiting to find.
More time and slow walks by midnight seas
and love that we find with such ease.

Return to me! That fire burning my needs
in your glow resides our eternal seeds.
And forever now awaits its greatest thrill
again, beneath our tree upon shady hill.

I fought your memory deep into lonely nights
gentle touches that were all delights.
Do not hold my love against my last desire
for my feet are still in your fire.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-13-2015

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A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas

A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas

In that certain wilderness -There abides
An unyielding force to thwart pain.
Where misery fails and comfort resides
And life flourishes in Nature's gain!

Invisible hand- Firmly holds the keys
And serenity there always prevails.
A paradise of beautiful wooded seas
Where moves Time and Age, slow as snails!

Softly the gentle hours float- Into Sky
As furry critters scurry all about.
Man invades and sometimes even asks why
"Are we made God"- with a futile shout!

Natures splendors dare to tell a tale.
About earth and sky- Heaven and Hell.

R.J. Lindley
July 9TH, 1978 

Note- Sonnet from ages ago.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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HAPPILY BORN

Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She might be lucky,
She has a modern family who cared for her
Thank god! she did not go through the pain of being killed.
This world has learnt to accept a girl child!
I am happy.............

Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn Erupts, Colors Splash

Autumn Erupts, Colors Splash
              (Red Number Two)


Dark red colors spring into view
 Autumn feast wraps eager trees
 Winter issues early pleas
Cold breezes form long overdue!

Gold springs in the season dance
 Nature awaits more vibrant hues
 As Winter sends racing clues
All a certainty, nothing by chance!

Green races far into a distant past
 Life braces for a drastic change
 Colors splash , such varied range
Some wish, season to forever last!

Life births so much scenic pleasure
We each pick those we most treasure.

Robert  J. Lindley

08-07-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015