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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.



~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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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

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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?

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

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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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

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Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops

Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds

Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found

Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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)  
Total # Words:  100 

Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
 per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to 
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor 
correct only three lines..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Sonnet For Statues

Of clay and water, I am made; day in, day out, here I stay. My soul, it yearns, to live and learn; as humans have, for all times turn. As passersby, all stare at me; I ever long to be set free. Trapped here in a stony chest; I suppose, it’s for the best. No elation, I will feel; no joy of dance, jig or reel. I stand alone, for all to see; a human, I will never be. Simply put, I stand alone; just another treasure, some museum owns.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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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

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A Mind Disturbed

A mind puzzled by distortions around,
To extreme patters like vast stars when burst.
It spins abstracted in squares, all around;
Like a wild beast dying of utmost thirst. 

Thoughts spin like a large spiral galaxy.
Words mixed up, locked in the back of the mind.
Life swings like stones defying gravity,
Carried around the world by the north wind.

Will you revive the memories so fond?
Laid on a bed of undying roses?
Will you thrive to bring back the divine bond?
Before this disturbed mind ride six horses?

Upon dreams beyond imagination,
The restless mind awaits your affection.

Copyright © Hasan Hilmy

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Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!

No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!

Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!

Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015

Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
 than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
 to have ever existed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

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I Was An Artist

I Was An Artist

I was an artist before this world was old
painting in colors, splashing and bold
Scenes from Nature, God's painted scenes
inspiration seized by any artistic means.

Green meadows blowing in the wind
stars shining, in Heavens with no end
A dreamer painting in the deep blue sky
a seeker, never wondering exactly why.

I'll be an artist, when this world is no more
a drifter splashing colors , shore to shore!
Moving from magical realm to realm
in a flying chariot, unicorns at the helm.

I was an artist before this sad world was old.
A good and noble act or so I have been told.

R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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River Sonnet, Number One

River Sonnet, Number One

When river cuts its first great course
Carved into racing curves, solid stone.
Too late, for the much needed divorce
Great power over vast time was shown.
Where rushing waters now swiftly flow
Life swelling in its tumbling currents.
Hungry ocean awaits its endless goal
Always thirsting for rain fed torrents.

Whether sandy beaches or rocky shores
Wildlife seek its many fertile bays.
Man looks on and in great awe adores
Its wild and many snake dancing ways.

Racing into gasping oceans and seas.
So often refusing dry desert pleas.

Robert J. Lindley, 06-27-2015

Note: River Sonnet Number Two, fragment 

Against a sad life's extra heavy toll
rivers can soothe man's aching soul.
We love the crashing way they roll
splashing fish- cereal in their bowl.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Time Is An Eternal Book

Time Is An Eternal Book

Time is an eternal book with covers so worn
it embraces us even before we are born
Pages may be long and very deeply stained
sadly in this life so much is unexplained!

There are pictures of our infamous deeds
proof our our fruits and barbaric seeds
Times we refuse to help those in dire need
They were bountiful crops, we were the weed!

Yet recorded also our moments of victories
times we gave of ourselves and loved others
Life recorded complete with its mysteries
How nothing beats the love of our mothers!

Near the end we may see the spilt ink so bad
Yet know its too late and our future is sad!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth..
edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author( *spilled).

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

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Hope Held, Forever Loving Like This

Hope Held, Forever Loving Like This 

Left behind, glory and tragedy, fateful twins
Left behind, love and hate, desperate foes
Left behind, courage and fear, never friends
Left behind, youth and beauty, just way it goes!

Looking ahead, wealth and fame, seek great highs
Looking ahead, faith and love, aim even higher
Looking ahead, comfort and hope, time so flies
Looking ahead, earth and paradise, not a denier!

Memories found, long and deep, O' sweet joy
Memories found, love and nights, such hot love
Memories found, favorite shade tree, as a boy
Memories found, her hand in mine, like a glove!

Hope held, days in love, nights in sweeter bliss
Hope held, finding out Heaven, to be so like this!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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The Artist

The ordinary water that she sips
transforms into a sparkling crimson juice
of cherries, cold and sweet, upon her lips.
The blues she sees are sapphire, greens, chartreuse,
and hardly does she know the color white,
for pearl or alabaster it appears.
The fog is lilac mist, and she’s a kite
that climbs the sky while loosing mundane fears.
Consumed by wind, she does not flag.  Instead,
embracing zephyr, soars.  Responses of
this mortal are not common.  Served dry bread,
she’d name it manna sent her from above!
Half Pegasus, on wings of beauty borne,
her other half alights, a  unicorn!

For the Screwed V Contest of Rob Carmack

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Listen. The colors of the notes are wrong.
Where is the perfection of sapphire-chords
that I am due? Cornflower doesn’t belong
here, plotting the composition’s borders.
Master music has all fingers contorting
to fit themselves into the metronome’s tock.
These tight strings have badly distorted
my repertoire; I’ve lost both key and lock
in a palette of sorrow that canvasses pain.
Now the cavernous range of a rhapsody
releases those scales of anguish again
until I am concert and concert is me. 
Dissonance and harmony do not combine,
Still, under sockets, lack and blue shines.

*inspired by Picasso's The Old Guitarist and pianist David Helgott's struggle with mental illness. 

Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan

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An Art of Breathing

What loathesome burden wears your weary heart
a trinket on a cold and hoary hand?
And in its dark tide drowns the cheery part
to keep you bound, a pet, upon its strand?

Without a keel, alone and sad, unmanned
to sail the main and brave the tempest storm;
it claims the fairer part with stark demand,
and wails its horrid knell upon reform.

Stand now and rend the pall that kept you warm
and stagnant to the early morning light.
Cast out the deaf'ning rage of crushing swarm
and air the sweetness of your bitter plight.

Release your deathly grip on this disease,
And from your fingers let it fly the breeze.

Copyright © Kris Walters

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A Poem In Paradise

She does not see him gazing at her there
Immersed in lines of splendor, quite divine
To him it seems she is an angel fair
Her flowing robes caress a figure fine

Pressed to her bosom is a blossom sweet
The fragrance is to him what she exudes
Upon her face the flush of midday heat
No longer can he wait, so he intrudes

“Pray tell me what it be that you peruse
That hides from me the light of angel eyes?
What makes your cheeks so rosy, my dear muse?”
He asks and hopes his love she’ll not chastise

And paradise is his with her reply
“I read of you and now you have come by.”

For Isaiah Zerbst's Contest
A Poem in Paradise
July 14, 2014

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day

I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore

From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong

to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face

Copyright © Carolina Yankee

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Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica

It burns within the heart beyond control
And sears the mind with overwhelming heat,
Yet finds no salve in seeking there the goal.
To soothe the pain it must obey the feet
Of memory and walk the inward road
Where Paradise still sings the purest note,
And pausing there, transform the fiery load
To spirit-sound which fills the throbbing throat.

The road is there, though hidden by the pall
Of ashen leaves—once Springtime green—now long
Since withered by the crippling chill of Fall.
There deep beneath still swells the primal song
With which the fire must mingle to be heard,
And with its Source unite in spoken word.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Ars Poetica
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Judged: 06/08/2015


Note: I feel that poetic creativity is an art that comes from within our soul, ingrained there by God in the days of Paradise, or the Garden of Eden.  But even with the Fall of Man, this primal song is buried deep within us to be found again through the kindling of creative inspiration, “and with its Source unite in spoken word.”

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Sunshine Upon A Dark Day

Sunshine Upon A Dark Day
Great lamentations sadden this dark room
And cries held back cut the silent tears
Such young death displays a tragic doom
As survivors fight back their deep fears!

Yet outside the sun shines deeply bright
Day holds promises for those still living
More heartache will rip out this night
She is now gone, gone is her sweet giving!

Listen, angels sing this great loss now
As light filters into this lonely place
She lays there with no sweat on her brow
with sweetest smile on her beautiful face!

Night has fallen, we now feel very alone
She- the light on our souls, is now gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

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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

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Dead Stones

Dead Stones

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 07-09-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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War of the Spirit

They live in mortal sin and shame
Between the lines of old and new
As us the righteous good and few
See infidels who aren't the same
How dare they question our belief
Eternal fire is prepared for
The devil and his angel scores
Who claim their brand of truth as chief

Our war is waged victorious
In time our vision shall prevail
Our purest essence, glorious
Barbarians are weak and frail
And we the meritorious
Will fight the battle tooth and nail

Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis

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A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made

A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made

While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.

Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!

Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.

Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015

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:	N/A
Total # Words:	100

Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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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

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As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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(Dedication: For Richard Lamoureux.)

Truth has a way to speak profound;
Indulge pure grace to heal and mend;
Meet each new day on sacred grounds;
Engage each face with love most grand;
Live well and be the steady man;
Explore your world with focus here;
Sense pure beauty and harvests then;
Soul and heart swirl as joy marks clear.
Time and space meet in visual street;
Rise to the dare that shapes your fear;
Unleash and trace true wealth you fit;
Trust in sure fare to breeze each tear;
Heal and be whole with mind and heart
See precious soul as grace imparts.

Leon Enriquez
26 June 2014

Copyright © Leon Enriquez