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Down Fall

Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.

Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes 
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow. 
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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The Solo Dancer - Tanka to Sonnet

Alone atop a hill,
   an ornamental willow
             dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
    that gracefully sweeps the ground.

Adored by the sun,
    the willow is not weeping.
                        She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
       for the sun alone, she shines.
           

The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)

An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.

I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.

In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.

Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Lady of the Stream

Oh lovely lady of the poetic stream
Such beautiful verses we have seen
Your flowers more vibrant than heavens tone
Your mountains more majestic than ever known 

Your pen full ways are filled with grace
As you take us to a wondrous place
When you dip inside your wishing well
We are transfixed from your magic spell

Oh Lovely lady of the shimmering stream
Enchant us now so we may dream
A volcanic resonance within your soul
Gushes out versus that make us whole

I stand yonder as I look and glean
Toward the lovely lady of the poetic stream.


March.03.2016   ^WW^

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful Lies

Stark truth can be unkind and hard to hear,
Not always the best choice for someone dear.
A child who is not blessed with pulchritude,
Need not be told, that would be very rude.
If you must lie a bit to make her smile
That little lie may well be worth your while.
You may just find that tiny slip from truth,
When you have said the fairy has her tooth,
Will not be held against you in the end
Nor force you those wide stair steps to descend.
A lie that’s told for lovely, good intent
Is better than the truth with malice sent.

Weigh out your words is my heartfelt advice,
For sometimes truth is not extremely nice.


A Shakespearean sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter


Philosophical theme

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

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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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Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet

 



Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

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Summer Night

A hint of lilac rides on the air,
lending fragrance to the evening breeze.
And a sapphire sky, of flawless blue,
frames the emerald leaves on the trees.

The sun, like a drop of molten gold,		
slowly sinks, into a sea of fire.
And ebony drips, from the darkness,
as the diurnal creatures retire.

The hoot of an owl, pierces the dark,
shattering the silence of the night.
And teal silhouettes, morph into pitch,
as shifting shadows absorb last light.

Yet, the moon rises, at Her own pace, 
gracing the night, with Her beaming face.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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Springing Sea of Green

I love it when Spring finally comes The buds showing their little sprouts Yes indeed from this seasons of four I'm awake many sleeping plants shout I love it when I walk through the parks When these buds turn to a sea of green Forgotten are the plants being so stark This birthing season just has to be seen I love it when I sit on the park benches When the breeze caresses Sakura trees The airs scented by their pinky blossoms Mother nature and man in total agree When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for I love it when Spring finally comes

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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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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He Sleeps

My Baby softly sleeps and dreams of me
His parted lips entice to revelry 
He does not know I watch him as he sleeps
Nor that his wants and needs his angel keeps

I hear him breathe serenely, and I sigh
Oh how I wish to him I could draw nigh
To wake him with a kiss upon his cheek
The thought of which just leaves me trembling, weak

My lips and hands I stay, in agony
My heart is burning with expectancy
That he’ll awake and smiling reach for me
And whisk me to MY dreamland fantasy

For now I will await that blessed time
When man child wakes and makes me feel sublime

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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I am a Red Rose

Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall My stem of strength tipped enlightening please Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I For every dawn allures my stem to sprung In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow . The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful Lies

Because of eyes as warm as honey, I was melting, but the love I first believed was shown me in his gaze was but a lie. He uttered not a word; I was deceived! He leaned in for that first romantic kiss. I melted more; my heart did somersaults. How easily that man could bring me bliss. But I would learn his luscious lips were false! His gorgeous body, hard, pressed into me. I felt his fingers softly touch my skin. I totally dissolved! How cleverly he’d worked unspoken lies on me again! That young man with his beautiful brown eyes at last destroyed me with his beautiful lies. English Sonnet written 12/14/12 (late at night as most of my sonnets are!) for the Beautiful Lies Poetry Contest of craig cornish and now for PD's contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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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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A Rainbow Sings

A Rainbow Sings

Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
 with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
 picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
 a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late

Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
 monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
 majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
 mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces

A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
 miracle that sends opalescence to impart
 this sky mingling multitude of colors now 
 as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow

Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Green Eyed Chanting

When awakened by a golden sunrise call and birds announcing spring upon my sill... I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl of green enchantment, dressing every hill ! It painted twigs of every leaf and bough and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping Spreading news that spring is here, and now is how a world renews our spirits, sinking Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping She kissed the leaves before the summer's red And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping ! Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill of green that dresses keen on every hill
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful land

New land with meadows, mountains and ridges,
of sandy golden beaches, waters blue,
over the bay most famous of bridges,
adventures to youthful visions, all new.
The vast land of golden soil, arched beaches,
where the rugged beuaty remains.
Thick forests as far as the eye reaches,
changing to highland, bush and treeless plains.
A virgin land for many, those with dreams,
venture to find in a culture blended,
their place amongst those entering in streams,
to live their lifes in a country splendid.

For the young and spirited to advance
in a beautiful land of vast expanse.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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UGLY DUCKLING

SONNET – UGLY DUCKLING

As a lovely child your journey begins
only to be smeared by a ruthless world,
all around greeted with sarcastic grins
facing open laughter with insults hurled.

To agony of abuse you succumb
learning to beleive the words of slander
and an Ugly Duckling you’ve become
abashed, alone in life you meander.

Every day you get bullied and fended,
put down with your self-esteem in tatters
But remember how the story ended,
find your true friends, that is all that matters.

The duckling became a swan; dump the cons,
spread your wings and fly with the other swans.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Adorable QuiQui

Adorable QuiQui
A green-feathered, yellow head beauty, that’s my prized pet parakeet, QuiQui. Even when she’s often crabby and snappy, she succeeds in making me extremely happy.
QuiQui loves dipping and diving into her bird bath, and hanging from a perch in her cage, like an expert acrobat. She also enjoys shaking water from her wet wings, gazing impishly into her toy mirror wildly shrieking.
Relishing her seeds and red strawberry millet treats, nonchalantly she ignores my sweet endearments and tweets. But she shows off her long, elegant, tapered blue tail, Sitting silently and contentedly unloading quite a poop trail.
And even though QuiQui never utters a single word, I know she secretly loves me too, my little prima donna bird.
11-11-2014

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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The Gifted Scent of Healing

you heal my mind with touch of tender tears
and unabashed they linger in my hair
with breath of love you breathe; all tension clears
your able hands relieve me of my care

you heal my soul with words that bring delight
each thought is spoken with a sweet intent
and every wrong I've suffered seems but trite
you love them all away; each one now spent

you heal my body with your luscious kiss
its touches every part in need of love
your hands adore my form, inviting bliss
the healing flows in waves I knew not of

you heal me, and for you it is I bloom
your gifted scent of healing, my perfume

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak O.E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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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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Mermaid's Flight

 MERMAID'S FLIGHT: A Collaborative Sea Sonnet

Mermaid's Flight

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
Sailor appealing Neptune's pride of three,
gazed down fantasizing mermaid's kiss soon.
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Then lifted is she from the coral maze,
held in riptides and pressed in boiling streams.
Then up he rides on his seahorse untamed,
and captures her mad from his winded ride.
From dark sea depth's hold, sweet mermaid unnamed,
in sailor's arms, Neptune can not abide.
He named the sprite and kissed her full and well, 
from heaven's grasp he gained the star that fell.

By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau
© May 12, 2016

Note-- Has been a great pleasure to create this poem with my very talented friend,
Edlynn Nau.. 
Edlynn's ideas and creativity are a breath of fresh air to a tired old poet...
My sincere thanks my friend.....
SORRY FOR THE DELAY DUE TO MY MOTHERS ILLNESS AND MY TIME THUS SPENT.
Family first, I know you understand.. Thanks

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-

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 another's death;  3. Music. a style 
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Field in Retrospect

There’s a path of flowers I glide across Such a beautiful color made of gloss Orange pieces of delight made to pass Within this meadow that is long to last The blades of grass are surely tall with pride Turning colors from green to brown inside There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field Where orange and red leaves become its build Flowers impact this field in retrospect Looking at it from my past with respect Power of the flower is prominent Secure in my heart which is dominant Orange is the color of the plant’s choice Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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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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Beautiful Callouses

Not beautiful in the physical sense
is the woman of my merciless dreams.
Flowery words don't do her justice, hence
my futile attempts at expressing love;
she be like a star that glistens and gleams,
mocking a lonely man from high above.
But a welcome wave to my callous heart -
indeed, a much needed crash upon so
still and bleak a shore, long deprived of art.
She needs not ruby red lip, nor pink blush;
to attract mine eyes you must simply show.
It's your smile, dear, that turns my shell to mush:
not beautiful in the physical sense,
but a welcome wave to my callous heart.



NOTE: I don't write sonnets very often, but this particular one is a lesser known format, called a Cornish Sonnet. It has 14 lines following this rhyme scheme: AbacbcDedfefAD. What makes this sonnet rhyme scheme more distinct is that the 1st and and 7th lines are actually repeated in the last two lines, becoming the final couplet.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | 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.

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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