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Once Upon a Summer's Eve

I had a dream one sultry summer's eve
A vision as the sun began to wane
An angel weeping made my soul to grieve
I clearly sensed his sadness and his pain

With teary eyes I asked him what was wrong
And was there anything that I could do
His words to me were spoken in a song
I came to understand his point of view

He told me he'd been watching from on high
So many poets fighting down below
Why couldn't they make peace, he wondered why
If only they would try, true love would flow

I slept that night uneasy and in prayer
Will anyone who reads this even care







Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place

I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do

We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart

We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown

R.J. Lindley
June 11th, 1975

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My Angel in Disguise- Tribute to FJ Thompson

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy to poetry
A chance to add an image to my rhyme
And write of life and what makes it sublime

She left this place for she could not abide
discrimination’s sneer; it touched her pride
But she came back for me in time of need
When others brought me down, my heart she freed

In every line she writes my heart can trace
The beauty of an angel filled with grace

For Silent One's Tribute Contest
Revised August 6, 2015

F J (Flo) Thompson is a woman I admire with my whole heart. Some of you may know the story of how she named me Queen and wrote a poem about my kingdom here on the Soup. Knowing the sensitivity of my heart, she sent me a tiara and hair decorations in the mail all the way here to lift my spirits.  She gifted me my first Premium Membership and now….a year later, she gifted me the second one along with a Lifetime Membership. I discovered that she anonymously gifted others Premium Memberships as well.  Friends like this are so rare and precious. I’m overwhelmed as I write. I love being able to add photos to my poems and being able to blog. People don’t know what joy I find in writing. FJ knows. She’s my angel in disguise. I’m forever grateful. I love her poetry because of the strength of passion and conviction with which she writes. 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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I Will Not Read

I will not read those things which bring me pain
the words that chase the sun and bring the rain
I will not read the words that steal delight
That lead me down from day to darkest night

I will not read the words that are not true
That rob me of my faith and make me blue
I will not read the words dressed in disguise
that bring unbidden tears to soulful eyes

I will not read the words that seem to be
An altered state of my reality
I will not read the words that bring me down
that chase away my smile and bring a frown

I'll read and taste and savor words of love
And soar on wings of words to heights above

Jade

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | 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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Angels of Destiny

Angels of destiny, sunk in empty eyes so clear,
Angels of destiny, every day your fate so near.
Seldom has your little face been graced with a smile
Nothing strikes you funny as you search the garbage pile.

These angels are babies, little babes without a bed.
Every day their hands held out for just one piece of bread.
Dreams of hoping something, anything would be more fare
Praying maybe someone, anyone might care.

Poor poor angels I would love to give much more,
But I'm too busy keeping up with the guy next door.
I wish he hadn’t bought that new boat down at the bay,
Now I'll have to save to buy a bigger one some day

Angels of destiny sentenced to a life of fears,
Angels of destiny, I will just leave you my tears.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.09.2014
Contest The Poet II
Gautami Phookan
Theme: Leave you my tears
6th

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes

As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes


In a dream world where fantasies abound
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire

Her voice soothes every hearing soul
spreading happiness her daily goal
As midnight moon shines upon her eyes
a thought comes to me so very wise

Surely she could come to me down here
easing my hurt, wash away my fear
A soft gentle touch to my spirit renew
help me find a love any man is due

In a dream world such fantasies exist
your heart's desire, anything on your list

Robert Lindley
March 21, 2001

Note, 1/27/2015 - Modern sonnet, written when my soul was lost
and seeking the path back into happiness, back into a world devoid of misery, heartache and pain.
That night I bowed my head and asked for help. Best decision I ever made. 
For in faith I had then put my trust , over that of my foolish vanity and insufferable pride!
Now looking back, I see the answer came ever so swiftly..
This poem comes from my "private collection" (intended for my children) after my demise and 
is now presented for the first time for others to read..
That night I dreamed of a dark hair angel that came to me and helped me return to the world of the living.
Thats her in my picture given here. My wife now of ten beautiful and happy years!
Bountiful extra blessing of a beautiful son we now share !

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Night Angel

In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal




   an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Italian Sonnet rhyme scheme abba  abba  cde  cde
  14 lines  10 syllables per  140 syllables  80 words

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Comfort's Angel

I had a dream that there appeared to me a little girl whose hands I touched were silk. Her tender eyes belied the purity of angels, and her skin was white as milk. She said, “In your despair, I heard your call for comfort, which I’ve come to bring to you. My hands do not look strong, for they are small, but used in prayer, there’s much that they can do.” Before me, in the darkness of that night, with palms upturned, she gently closed her eyes, and as she prayed, I saw a stream of light shine down with myriads of butterflies. I woke most splendidly refreshed in bed to see a monarch flutter near my head. Written 12/20/13 by Andrea Dietrich and Based on Visual #7 in nette onclaud's WITH THESE HANDS Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Words you never want to hear

I swallowed my tears, as he walked away 
I held on to life with a breath, 
I crumbled like sand,swept away with the wind 
Still, my body was too heavy to lift. 
I took a deep breath, and listened with disbelief 
As the tears bundled up in my throat. 
I had a small tear, in the corner of my eye, 
And on my tears began to choke. 
I felt I could breath, no more from inside 
And fell to my knees to pray, 
I couldn't hold back these tears, I must cry, 
As the doctor told me what he had to say. 
Your wife styruggled hard, and the baby is here, 
A new baby boy to call your own. 
But your wife so fragile, fell so weak 
Three strong breathes, and she passed on. 
As she gasp one last breath, and 
She spoke those words so clear, 
Kiss daddy for me now, I love you both, 
I'm sorry your mommy won't be here. 

Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016

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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

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Written:  12.16.15

Recently entered
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker

Previously entered
Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Angel of Paradise- Artist Andrea Bocelli

Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light

Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife

You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while

Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise 
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies

March 30, 2014
Artist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Corralled Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons, Number One

    Corralled Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons
 { After: Section LXIX of Memoriam by Tennyson}

An angel of soft and wanted touch, 
she delivers, serenity in tow; 
can this sunken vessel proclaim, as much, 
agreeing to lift the pain from my soul! 

Will this humble plea root within your heart, 
shall acceptance grant the gift of joyous song? 
Chilled, my spirit dreads another false start, 
corralled beneath a slow sink of half-moons? 

My angel, my heart, I have deep desires. 
Could you deny that ever blessed meal 
by roasting my frailty upon hell's fires- 
would your beloved healing, hands, my soul feel? 

Hearing now this saddened desperate plea, 
fearing not, your hand reach to comfort me

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016
Debbie Guzzi's , 6/6/6 Challenge
First poem,  Beginning of the Line Rhyme Sonnet.


Note: A new sonnet dedicated to this short excerpt--
In Section LXIX of In Memoriam, Tennyson dreams an 
allegorical angel who may or may not be the transformed Arthur Hallam:

I found an angel of the night;?
The voice was low, the look was bright;?
He look’d upon my crown and smiled:??

He reach’d the glory of a hand,?
That seem’d to touch it into leaf:?
The voice was not the voice of grief,?
The words were hard to understand.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear
a racing orb of light so very bright.
A love lost, great tragedy so many fear
as small children do darkness of night.

If only to live and not be too late
for the appointed day that I died.
Mend the widening cracks in my plate
careful to  eat my stolen eggs fried.

Should a poet compose for me a monody
I shall rise again just to hear.
For my sweet soul fled my tortured body
but my love lives in a maiden's tear.

Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune.
Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015

Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse 
of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to
 be a sonnet!

(1) monody-

Monody | Define Monody at Dictionary.com
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Dictionary.com
a Greek ode sung by a single voice, as in a tragedy;
 lament. 2. a poem in which the poet or speaker laments
 another's death;  3. Music. a style 
of ...
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Monody dictionary definition | monody defined
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pl. -·dies. in ancient Greek literature, an ode sung by a 
single voice, as in a tragedy; lyric solo, generally a 
lament or dirge; a poem in which the poet mourns ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Night Angel - Collaborating Sonnets with Lin Lane

In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal

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Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams

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Undeserving am I, for such mercy 
A sinner and tormented vagabond 
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon 
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty 
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely 
Descending with your kindness from beyond 
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond 
Overfilling my heart with love firstly 
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness 
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole 
By the magnificence of your meekness 
My conscience is now bending from stiffness 
The morning sun brings new light to my soul 
Now no longer will ever go sleepless




    Original Sonnets by Lin Lane and Daniel Turner "poemdog"

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Night Angel: A Collaboration with Daniel Turner

This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane. 
They are based on the original sonnet of Daniel's "Night Angel."
Thank you, Danny, for the inspiration and for allowing me to 
give poetic voice to your Night Angel.


In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal

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Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams

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Undeserving am I, for such mercy 
A sinner and tormented vagabond 
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon 
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty 
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely 
Descending with your kindness from beyond 
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond 
Overfilling my heart with love firstly 
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness 
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole 
By the magnificence of your meekness 
My conscience is now bending from stiffness 
The morning sun brings new light to my soul 
Now no longer will ever go sleepless


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February 22, 2016 

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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Angel of Love's Embrace

The angel of my death I chanced to see
while visiting a deep and dusky dream.
And not a reaper grim and dark was she,
but rather, at the tunnel’s end, a gleam!

For in the distance glowed her beam of light
that I could tell was well within my reach.
The nuances that flickered in my sight
I knew instinctively to be her speech.

Each twinkle spoke directly to my heart
and urged me to press on through shadows’ way.
Then finally was loosed my fear to part
from earthly realm where I’d been wont to stay.

And when I touched her light; beheld her face,
surrounding me came utter love’s embrace.



For Brian Strand's ANYWHICHWAY any theme/form
 max of 15 lines Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams.

Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn
Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words
Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn
Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds.

Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance
Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess
In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance
For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress.

Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss.
Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016

Sonnet- Mixed Syllable count , 13/14/15

Syllables Per Line: 14 13 14 15 0 15 15 14 13 0 13 13 14 13 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 194
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 128 

My answer to Silent One's challenge to write a poem using the ten words below.  

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest 
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.

Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.

At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.

Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep

R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening 
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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God's Poetry Of Stars And Its Deep Verse

God's Poetry Of Stars And Its Deep Verse
       (Splendors  Of The Universe)


God's poetry of stars, and its deep verse
a play HE need not ever rehearse.
Heavens filled with stars shining,
poets sweetly writing ,loving and opining.

God's poetry of earth, and its deep verse
healthy love and life needing no nurse.
Majestic rivers, lakes and cool, cool streams
endless wonders and heads filled with dreams.

God's poetry of mankind, and its deep verse
ever forward, no need to reverse
Roads to travel, love and promised paradise
needing no more, such will surely suffice.

God's poetry of earth, a well for our thirst.
God's poetry of earth, in his Love we are first!

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes

Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes

I was not brave, I did not dare to ask
why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask
Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes
matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies

I had not courage, to find out her plight
nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight
Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend
she now lost, nobody dare intervene

If we had met before deep heartbreak struck
I would now hold her and thank my good luck
There she sat, crying outside that June dance
to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance

Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile
Courage came,  I crossed that last fearful mile

R. J. Lindley,
July 23rd, 1973

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.

Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.

Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.

Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.

R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122
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1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling

2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace

3. ****" balm"****

Home British & World English balm
Definition of balm in English:

balm
noun

    1 A fragrant cream or liquid used to heal or soothe the skin:
    ‘a skin balm for use after shaving’

   **** 1.1 Something that has a soothing or restorative effect:****
    ‘the murmur of the water can provide balm for troubled spirits’

2A tree which yields a fragrant resinous substance, especially one used in medicine.
? balm of Gilead

    2.1[mass noun] The resinous substance yielded by a balm.

3[mass noun] A bushy herb of the mint family, with leaves smelling and tasting of lemon.

3.1 Used in names of other aromatic herbs of the mint family, e.g. bee balm.
Origin

Middle English (in the sense ‘preparation for embalming, fragrant resinous substance’): from Old French basme, from Latin balsamum (see balsam).

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Note- I had her but my mad wild streak( I was 18 years old) drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My First Hex Sonnetta

My First Hex Sonnetta


Sweet Angel Jessica

and

Sonnetta the Witch



She lived far away from the village below
Deep in the woods, high up in the sky
Where mountain mists flutter on by
She was an old skinny lady of a strange persona

There were rumors in the village center
That she was witch who called herself Sonnetta
The children all cowered around mother’s legs
When Sonnetta would come to trade her herbal dregs

It was said she could turn people to frogs
Her brews could make men tremble and shiver like dogs
She carried a wand disguised as cane
Her wrinkled old nose told you she was surely not vain

She cooked her potions in pots, as some have said
Shed wasn’t afraid to cook a poor child’s head
Smiles were never seen on the old witches face
Villagers looked at her in utter disgrace

So when a child of tiny proportions
Was born with life threatening ill distortions
They hid her from the witch and her evil spells
Need be they’d hide the poor child in the village well

Sadly the child was slipping away
The underworld was preparing her a bed
The villagers and family, distraught and with dread
The tears of a mother flowed thinking child was dead

Sonnetta was in the forest so deep,
Contemplating life’s horrors and secretly she’d weep
For no child should leave the world this way
What could she do, with the villagers she held no sway

So she focused her herbs and potions and spells
To inspire her mind to conquer and quell
Her heart was bleeding for the child so blue
She knew that her magic this time might not do

In the black of night, as the clock struck twelve
She recited a hex and hoped, time would tell
By the morning of sun rise, the old witch new
In her dreams the child thanked her, and blessed her too

Child's health restored, her smile so new
This little girl saw the light and she knew
The villagers had no idea the hex that cured
This little girl one day, would tell her tail

High in the black forest, where miracles grow



Dedicated to Jessica, her sister and brother, three angels with smiles that reach to the heavens. 

Today they sang me a song; tomorrow I am sure they will change the world. 

A controversial topic for sure, however I will post a link, and regardless of your views, any time we save a child, well, I hope tiss not only I with tears.

Thank you Dr Sabba 

http://coalitionmd.org/en/plea-from-a-child-to-the-king-of-belgium-stop-child-euthanasia-video-by-coalitionmd/

scroll down to youtube video


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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God's Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel

God’s Christmas Angel is full of His love; 
A Guardian to those lost to His light.
Restore them to God’s path of divine right,
This Angel’s charge be with His grace above!
This Angel’s mission is replete with love,
And one prized in God’s holy presence bright;
One passion perfect in His holy light;
And one blessed by heavenly Saints above! 

This Angel cloaks those lost in love replete;
With true passion and holy spirit now,
To fulfill God’s wish—His eternal vow!
Love’s this Guardian’s power complete;
Her spirit to redeem those lost on Earth,
Bringing them God’s love and divine rebirth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 2, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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A Summer Sonnet For Harambe

Harambe was my gorilla boyfriend; Harambe's greatness you could not deny; He was met with a most untimely end; Harambe was one hell of a big guy; Harambe outshone the bright shining sun; Harambe was not you average boy; The ending of his life was from a gun; My boy Harambe did not injest soy; Harambe did not enjoy anime; He was not like an actor from a show; Harambe was a true friend who said, "hey"; Harambe stay woke cause he always know; Harambe the gorilla with the brain; Harambe knows everyone knows his name.

Copyright © Harambe In Heaven | Year Posted 2016

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THE MAD SECRETARY

THE MAD SECRETARY

Hunched over the computer, I am  mystical,
With mental white gloves and a karate belt - 
A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle,
A word and energy transformer, a flickering Celt.

Such metaphysics I can make into sensation,
Turned into binary formulae by the boss,
My passion is for punctuation- 
But the lingua franca doesn’t give a toss.

 I see the point.  I accommodate the pause.
I rinse the cups and make the coffee sweet,
I am saving myself for this man of laws,
Of Brehon provenance, who will entreat

Me to be his love, his partner and co-genitor,
Of a life graph, where he can trust the monitor.

(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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Above The Clouds

I reverie to rise above the clouds,
where eagles soar great mountain high.
To peer upon the large cold city crowds,  
where the befallen angels calmly lie. 

Turmoil and darkness traps the crowds below,
vile deeds draw quick my sadness out to cry.
Not knowing who is friendly or a foe,
where the befallen angels calmly lie. 

When all is done and I shall turn to rest, 
vile deeds draw quick my sadness out to cry.
And heavenly blue skies will last attest,
where the befallen angels calmly lie. 

I reverie to rise above the clouds,
where the befallen angels calmly lie. 

Copyright © 2013  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2013

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Forest Nymph

     FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Caring Hands

Caring hands massage both body and soul, rejuvenating hope with their touch, for she’s like an angel giving so much. And every day when we go for a stroll, she helps me feel liberated and whole. And in time I’ll have no use for a crutch or at least I will have less need of such, for thanks to this nurse, I’ll achieve my goal. Her determination forces me on, torturously rubbing my legs each day. She’ll taunt and bully if I dare resist, demanding I work the pain till it’s gone. And despite my screams she’ll not go away, but instead will mercilessly insist. (A Petrarchan Sonnet)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016