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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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A Painter's Pine

The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak. Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks. Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man. The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some, or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade. Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed, all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid. My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame. So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down; monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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A Shade From The Past

Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
                                                      
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
 
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands 
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine

Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes 

 
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables. 
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations

Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china 
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely

Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down

Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?




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Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms.... 

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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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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Betrayed Expectations

Betrayed Expectations 
    (Sonnet) 

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart	
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start 
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.  

Yet there I found only an empty throne	
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.	
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.	
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.
 
Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find  
Nor divine favors for eternal youth. 
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, 
justice for all and no distorted truth.	

At the foot of Olympus I sought love	 
but no compassion came down from above.

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Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the 
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks, my very talented poetic friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits.
Memories found false, one rarely forgets.


Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold 
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Return To Me

Return To Me

As I count the days until this Spring's thaw,
darkly a shadow hangs over my head.
Your sweet memory for me holds it all
always a place waits your love in my bed.

Yesterdays- memories made of romance,
you stole the hot desires heating my mind.
That fantastic night, I taking a chance,
was then rewarded, your sweet love to find.

Darling, fly back to our palatial nest
from your distant first vacation retreat.
I exist only when loving you best,
and pray for the moment again we meet!

Upon distant shores, you leave my heart sad.
For we are everything we ever had!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27- 2015


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Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Total # Words:	104

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976 

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Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form 
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of 
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring 
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep 
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read 
only after I depart this existence.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart

Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be lumps of coal.

I heard thumps of acorns falling on down
That majestic oak sheds its little seeds
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride again, runaway steeds

Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground
Spring will come and they rise out very bold
Yet again life comes right on around

Nature teaches us, all will be alright
Life and death matches just like day and night

Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016

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NOTES: 
 1. My muse woke me at 4 am to write this.
I told her no but she nagged until I rose to
do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her
sometimes but then at other times love her to
death..
 2. The immediate repetition of the word "heavy" in verses two and three is intentional and used for effect, as both the old soul and its life's burdens are now currently found to be very heavy to bear. Poet's prerogative , norms be damned says I. 



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where Now Shines Light and Love

Where Now Shines Light and Love


Far, far, far away rejected darkened hate
now banished into its own gloom.
That black fog that did so dictate
the misery in my lonely room!

Pain, pain, pain was its desired fruit
I, a mere vassal to its decrees.
Finally found was its bitter root
hiding down deep as the seas!

Swift, swift, swift came the decision
to rip out one nasty, evil tree.
With deepest thought and precision
soul ripped the seed from me!

Hope, dearest hope now rests in that hole.
Where now shines love, always a worthy goal!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015

Note- A sonnet to remind me, darkness has a 
seed that grows from within. Cut out the 
seed--light and love comes back in.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving

Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving


The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!

Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!

Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!

Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note-  Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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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I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

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Total # Words:	105

Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.

Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast,
armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies.
If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast,
of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies.

Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures,
one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts.
Sacrifices offered in painful measures,
one may win the prize but others think us nuts!

Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse.
Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016

Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11).

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Total # Lines:	14 (Including empty lines)
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.

What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?

Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!

O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.

Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.

Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.

Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016

Note--- INSPIRED BY A THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN.. 
My thanks goes to these three great poets for the inspiration
to write this sonnet this morn-- Peter Duggan, Lin Lane and Seeker..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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With Glowing Soft Colors In Rainbow Hues

With Glowing Soft Colors In Rainbow Hues

Romantic night of given heart, my sweet
whatever shall dearest life truly be?
Your softest touch and gentle heartbeat,
mermaid swimming in my romantic sea.

I hold only dreams of your beating heart
with glowing soft colors in rainbow hues.
Praying daily that we shall never part
that my life never meets such dreaded blues.

May we live lost within your finest dance
while sleeping beside meadow flowers glow.
Your love dwells in finest, purest romance,
in a blessed gift joined, I pray to know.

Your dance swept me completely off my feet.
Forever my life joined with your heartbeat.

 10-26-2015

Note- Sonnet on romance , one hundred words, perfect tens.

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Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

Played The Safe Notes In My Lone Retreat

That fear was always darkness in disguise
A high cliff, a frail rope and my hanging.
Inspired hope not enough, word to the wise
Fear is darkness and roaring loud banging.

I played the safe notes in my lone retreat
Seeking warm meals to soothe my tepid soul.
Just barely enough sweet dessert to eat,
With that coward's safety as my main goal!

That fear was always darkness in disguise
My life was safe in it being so wild.
Living just one lousy day the grand prize
Safe comfort sadly sought like a small child!

Pray tell? Why show this discovery now?
Fear now defeated but I know not how.

Robert J Lindley, 1-25-2016


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NOTE:  Sonnet on why I was so damn wild  as a
young man and wanting the world to kill me.
I fought it every damn day, fought people too.
Yet fate said no, you'll not get your wish to die young. 
You will grow old and face that reality as well..
Ah, now I see-- world says we strike the last blow!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Potter's Wheel

Thousands of gentle caresses, soft touch, 
From the potter’s hands to properly guide
Tenuously stretching sides he might crush, 
If too much pressure his fingers provide.  

Young heart made of clay, forming on the wheel.  
To guide your unfolding, our sacred charge.
Push we must, yet your own shape you reveal.
A careful balance, an impact so large.

Kiln’s searing flame awaits, the piece’s trial.
But before, time drying, forming in place.
Away from well meaning hands and anxious smiles.
Then ceremonial paint brushed on face.

Tempered by scorching waves of heat, the bowl
Gleams triumphant, a grail to hold the soul.

3/5/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | 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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Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars

Some Of Them Even Came With Wicked Scars

As I count my blessings among bright stars
hope and love echo to me like loud blasts.
Gave up wild life, living in the bars,
were nothing that's good or bad ever lasts!

Sad morns waking, a stranger in my bed
nights enjoyed, now shallow memories gone.
Could I have walked better path instead,
been enticed to have walked all alone?

My mind wanders back to wild days of youth,
days and nights of sweet pleasure then unbound.
Can we ever know if lost time is truth
or mystery sent to our lives confound?

As I count my blessings among bright stars
Some of them even came from wicked scars!

R.J. Lindley
May 9th, 1991

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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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How Fine Life Is To Man, When His Crops Are All Green

How Fine Life Is To man, When His Crops Are All Green

Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find.

Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope
Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope.
Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail,
Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell.

With that thought, I can find another gentle peace!

Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene.
How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green.
Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul.
He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role.

With that thought, I can find another sweet release!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016

My new sonnet form.

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Where New Skies Reach Up From Rising Ground

Where New Skies Reach Up From Rising Ground

Darkened mists at new dawn's sweet early rise
may give just and great cause for greater fears.
Evil lurks in soul of man, no surprise
life precious as it may be, holds sad tears.

In this huge world, dark forces dance and play
abject blindness will not protect your soul.
Comes pain and heartache whenever it may
both are fruits of evil's eternal goal.

Look each day for dawn's gifts and warnings both
where new skies reach up from rising ground.
Seeing wisdom's new lights can expand growth
in living life better, always so sound.

When time has flown into its last moment
each dawn's promise will greet your life well spent.
R.J. Lindley
June 17th , 1979

Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 112

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Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.

There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!

As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!

I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015

Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.

(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/slumbrous

slumberous ('sl?mb?r?s ; -br?s)  or or slumbrous ('sl?mbr?s) 
Definitions
adjective  (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber

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Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

 

   Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

    Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
    In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
    future life like seeded cones on green pines.

    Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
    In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
    than any that in their shame falsely prays.

    Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
    With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
    loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.

    Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
    Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
    as new life and great joy cries let it be.

    Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
    Tis little help, being bad to the bone.

    R.J. Lindley
    Feb.21st, 1976


    Poem Syllable Counter Results
    Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 0 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 140
    Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
    Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
    Total # Words: 110 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016