My Muse, I So Abuse
My muse crying loudly, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She storms off in a most indignant huff
I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough?
No fear, she always runs as she returns
she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!
Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was a folly from last year!
My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014
note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp
she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!
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
A Lover's Query
I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?
Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!
My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?
Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?
Robert J. Lindley 08-25-2014
My Lady Requests So Much
Shall I splash love into your gay heart
gift a golden treasure beneath your feet
setting my sail into your longing chart
my heart quickly pulsating to your beat
Shall I chain my mind to your sexy dream
clouds of hope wrapped deep into your quests
Tasting the sweetest drops from your steam
slavishly hold each of your love requests
Shall I now set my hopes onto your all
embracing your charms every night's feast
Set my heart to your every beck and call
worship your beauty as a loyal priest
Nay, my love I shall gift to you with strings
Requesting songs of your love that rings!
Robert J. Lindley 08-28-2014
note: All requests are granted.
I that trades love for love find a
treasure beyond all measure!
The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life
the dance will end; we take the bow
from this tall tale - goodbye to strife
at end of day- our story’s done now
we say, we had our chance, we had our dance.
Shall I now say you had me in a twirl-
locked in your embrace I felt my once
shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl
you knew, to your final tune will dance no more,
will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel
must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store
of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell
the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting
that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.
I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,
and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.
I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;
thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .
I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;
winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.
Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.
It’s raining, it’s raining
Come see the peacock dance
How beautiful it looks
With its wings that look like small, feathery fans
When it starts to rain
It’s beautiful to see the peacocks dance
We love to gaze at the beautiful sight
And do not want to miss the chance
It’s such a wonder
To see them dance so gracefully
That we should accept to surrender
Our pride when we see them dance
We should not cut tress
So that we can see them dance in peace
O for the skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs.
Exact perfection without noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.
One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.
Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?
Each discipline involved must scarce be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.
Across the table they stared and yet not a word was heard
They saw into the soul of each, some would say 'that’s absurd'
The fingers of the lovers sparked, as they walked in unison
Through the door the lovers dance, as they danced they danced as one
The dance floor called the sheets so white; they slipped beneath them with joy
The lovers dance this love so deep between this girl and new found boy.
Each step they danced, each move they made the dance just carried on
Throughout the hours the thief stole time but no fear the magic would never be gone.
Between the sheets the lovers did dance and each step they both did feel
This rhythm in the lovers dance each undulation it now did heal
The lovers tango as yet unfulfilled, it kept them dancing hard and long
To complete the dance they both desired, this lover’s dance will never be wrong
The dance of the lovers, twisting and turning, as one their bodies entwine
The dance the lovers did complete, unabashed, unashamed and just divine.
© ~GG~ 03/03/2013
Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.
Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.
Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound
calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.
It is crystal clear and right in front of you.
Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.
Little spots and little dots are floating near.
They get closer and closer to pass through.
Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew.
Some are of joys and some you will fear.
Be rest assured most will make you cheer.
When it leaves there will be many a clue.
The day will set,
And night will fall,
This sign you get.
It’s a name you call.
So wake up and be clean and keen,
See the unforgettable as the unseen.
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
She walked with grace through grassy meadows
pausing to smell the sensual fragrance
watching the rabbits dart down their barrows
their white tails flashing creating a drama
Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day
she laid in the grass. dreaming of her lover
handsome and very tall he was her mainstay
he set her alight making everything brighter
She remembered the way they spun around
as they danced together through the night
gay garlands hanging down they were spell bound
silhouetted in the dazzling firelight
That perfect night when all the world stood still
their last dance that night was a quadrille
The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”
Amore, wrongful was his raging flame
that burned for thee and turned him to a coal
combustible attempts were put to shame
his ashes danced inside a shopping mall.
His chickens cry because their much loved sire
became a fool composing love sonnets
about deep burning detrimental fire
that cauterized his lonely French baguettes.
Love's catastrophic and caustic waves
electroshocked his nervous system, gal,
amaranthine his agitations rave
and jumps he like a bronco 'n the corral.
Inside the ring of fire performs his dance
with vanished logic and unfocused glance.
© G.V. 06-19-2013 All rights reserved
On every tenth of June
The sea waves splash upon the moors for years
and shadows draw upon the walls festoons
unspoken verse, conceived on silent piers,
the advent of our loneliness attunes.
That day of June remained our only fair
and minds' ascension to the astral reign,
blooms' multitude and fragrances’ affair
a purple thistle on the field and rain.
Remember me, a windy song and laugh,
our holding hands and young, the Summer’s call,
we celebrated then, upon the wharf
and acanthine of solitude's dance hall.
...On every tenth of June my eyes embrace,
above the summer moors, your lines of face.
© G. Venetopoulos, 06-14-2013, All rights reserved
Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think
so I watch other mothers.
Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery.
I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!
A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.
Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.
Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,
well you should see your dad!
He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.
In nine months time the mystery will be solved,
October will be a time for smiles with all involved.
(any advice would be helpful)
In the early days when I was a child
I would imagine myself a bit wild
I would think to be in a grand ballroom
With the princess there, and I am the groom
We would dance together, I would be great
Better than all the rest, they couldn’t state
How near perfect I was this lovely day
No one could challenge me in no pure way
We would dance the best, and dance the longest
For I was the greatest, and the strongest
I would surely kiss her, my gorgeous bride
Nowhere I’d rather be, I wouldn’t hide
For my heart is hers, and her heart is mine
This dance will last forever, for all time
Contest: Dancing with ........
Sponsor: Giorgio V.
Spring hastens with praise to gift me blessings
of sunlit stories and passion in beams.
Cold winter winds rise on raven’s bruised wings
circling high above lush valleys of dreams.
The morning skies birth sights of indigo;
then afternoon shines bright in cobalt blue
till late sun dips low tied in sapphire bows.
Lost childhood mirth stills with ebony hues.
Spring days please save me golden strands of light
to reminisce when I am older still.
One more hour of precious rays 'fore night
to drive away the clinging winter chill.
I’ll wish for sky's daystar to save a dance,
then hold me close in warmth of springtime’s trance.
With a kiss you said goodbye
And I know a kiss shouldn’t lie,
But yet, I see you by the fire
listening a boy playing his lyre.
The wind blows a bamboo’s flute,
You dance their song barefoot
Around a abandoned rustic bow,
Whirling an iron-tipped arrow,
I see why you didn’t want to go,
So return to kiss me a hello,
I will remove my shoes too
And join the hunting dance,
But if I give you a chance
Pierce me with a gold glance.
A Breeze That Soothes
Have you ever sat in shade of tree on hot, hot day?
thinking only of easy street and islands far away
Suddenly in midst of this pleasure Nature sends a treasure
a breeze so cool that it sets your soul to measure
Then several nice soft clouds floated right into view
giving the breeze a lift with even more shade to you
Such moments are so special and often so very rare
like a journey with a jackpot just waiting there!
One I remember that lazy day I found her looking for me
dancing my way with eager eyes that promised to please
O' that sexy body and those sweet, sweet sexy moves
"Her", a breeze that gives such love, love that so soothes!
Gifting of a gentle , sweet and newborn spiritual soul
rescuing me , angel melting our hearts into a loving whole!
Robert L. 05-27-2014
At night his thoughts her lines of face recall,
the rains of winter months fall like before
constructing solitude invite his soul,
wist false assumptions won't exist to soar.
Reminding paragon next to shore plums
beforetime they beheld where words indite,
and on the asphalt where the raindrops thrum
the mirrored stars his stare and soul invite.
And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, in silence to abord
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump
their night defines again the winds' accord.
Her grandness in the rain's dance waving forms
a solemn cause became of sapphire storms.
© G.V. 06-15-2013 :)
I dance in death to overtures of Bach
In the background violins softly play,
Body and mind start slowly to decay
Hear the tick, tick, ticking of midnights clock.
In death, in death; 'tis such a sweet scene,
Bach fades into the midnight hour.
The ending of song in all its power,
The beauty of death; ‘tis but a dream.
How could I dream that death is so sweet,
Oh, life why don't I cry out for thee?
I never knew death had honor and pride
'Tis a new beginning for a life complete.
The closing of mine eyes has made me see
Play on dear Bach, let me dance by your side.
Sonnet - Night Out
Swanky event. Dinner, dessert, coffee.
Music playing softly by agile hand.
Anxious people sucking hardened toffee
await arrival of rock and roll band.
Trumpeter blows horn. Drummer plays a beat.
Trombonist skillfully plays brass trombone.
Keyboardist strikes keys beneath a neon heat.
Soft lips submit to lady saxophone.
Eager groupies surround a crowded stage.
Talented guitarist makes guitar sing.
Thousands of people of every age,
sway to selections sung by Sting.
Attendants enjoyed the global event.
It was, they agree, the best money spent.
Know This My Lover
Darling, pray that our love does not fade
the flower of desire blooms in a deep blush
Amongst passions planted and firmly laid
in secret interludes and whispering hush
My sweetheart, sing again our heart's song
with that angel voice so Heavenly made
Laced with sweet purity , flowers so strong
rainbow colors with stems of the greenest jade
My lover, remember the secret places that we love
the deep wooded cabin , the cliff hanging above
Rejoice in the climb to such heavenly heights
the sweet moans that shattered the silent night
My woman, know your heart and love are returned
My princess, our passion forever will be burned
Robert J. Lindley , 07-20-2014
This just woke me up from sleep. Had to bang it down
before I forget any of it!!
Has been a couple years since this happened and that
write only my wife has read as it is too racy to opening
This one is much tamer, which means I am either getting
older, lazier or more complacent!
None of the three inspires me but something sure inspired
this late night , wake the hell up write!!!!
Stay The Hand
Send not evil word reapers chasing me
I the lover of every lovely tree
Stay the hand of a very fickle fate
I the saddest victim hit as of late
Erase the ravages of father time
I the fool that writes so clever in rhyme
Staying the cut that ever seeks to slay
I the artist writing no epic play
Slice not lonely heart resting within me
I the clown so desperate to just flee
Staying a direct hit that would so crush
I the writer always in a big rush
Send no blades slicing into my sad words
As I tend them into my little herds!
Robert J. Lindley 08-21-2014
note: Stayed up late to crank one out.
Drank a very cold brew . This is what I threw.
Just took my last med, time to hit tha' old bed...
A Love Filled Dwelling
I sent my love to your waiting heart
with hopes we live and never part
You sang back such sweet replies
banishing dark clouds from my skies
I sent my great worries and cares
we cried , lets climb those stairs
Up we went into a love entwined cloud
no dire problems or worries allowed
You sent hope and glory into my life
promises of faithful love as my wife
You then made our romance a blessed joy
gifting us our treasure, our little boy
Never darling, shall I ever dare to forget
shared paradise came because you, you are the best
Robert. J. Lindley , 07-25-2014
Sponsor, Regina Riddle
note: pure truth in the telling,
my wife made our lives/family into a flowing paradise ,
in a LOVE FILLED HEAVEN we are now dwelling...
Be beyond belief as love funds each fling;
Allow your conscience to know and greet joy;
See truth now relieve sensational spring;
Indulge the transience as change frees all ploys.
Sense a miracle blessing this bright world;
Decide on your feast just as you intent;
Invoke oracle to cast radiant swirls;
See beyond the beast life's awesome content.
Choose to be kind as compassion floods;
Open your heart now to mind-body-soul;
Vouch for lovely finds as peace cleans your blood;
Enter and allow true balance made whole.
Rise to the challenge of basis defined;
Yield to life balance in lifestyle aligned.
16 May 2014
Jump at the chance,
Opt to be clear;
Unwind and dance,
Rise to joy near;
Now is the time,
Ever so bright;
Yield to fond chimes.
Meet in the light,
Indulge the way,
Note how light feels;
Do focus play,
Sense pulse that heals;
Explore each wave,
Touch charm that saves.
21 August 2014
With lightened heart and care-loosed feet
setting out hand-in-hand
to Celtic tune and callers bleat
of "hay," "gypsy," "allemand."
All that satin, cotton and silk
a'twirl in twos and fours,
topped by smiles white as milk
on dancers by the score.
Away sad thoughts, can you not see?
The dance is on, it's time for glee!
Consider the dance in contrast to
and not as to oppose,
this instant poised, then threading through
a line, and then who knows?
Tumbl' out your hair, O lady dear.
What need have you for care?
This dizziness will soon make clear,
so lose yourself in ayre.
Symphony Of An Imaginative Harangue
Shall we effect an escape into another realm
sail a ship with another rascal at the helm
Leave this very decrepit tessellated scene
abandon this desultory, tarnished sheen
Fly to Biarmaland with Dionysus in tow
leap into Cockaigne as if we surely know
Gorias, Finias, Murias, and Falias elude
the companionship of we so very rude
Shall we murmer ineffable oaths to praise
journeys of mellifluous hearts set ablaze
Cast caution to the serendipitous winds
seek to embrace happily our unctuous sins
Nay, life demands succulent treats be sought
Nary a concern of the sonorous cataclysm bought!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014
(Dedication: In memory of a family
friend who died today. )
Dazzling rays sum our brief time here;
Enjoy each day with zesty fare;
Appoint outcome as delight cheers;
Rouse a grand play that grows affair.
Freely we come, and thus we go;
Rich moments fill our journey's walk;
Intent now sums the path of glow;
Engage fine will as thought finds talk;
Note paradox in life's main stream;
Do what feels good in form and fact.
Glimpse your soapbox to shout and scream;
Only love heals the word you act;
Now bravely dare to venture forth;
Expect bold flare as you go north.
27 June 2014
Come to my arms and lay, ‘My Love’,
Please grant me this, my boon,
And in your eyes show me that ‘Dove’
Whilst lips sing sirens tune!
You’ll coyly hide your fair, fair breast
Yet nails will dig my skin!
You’ll settle to an Angels rest
Yet dance the Devil in!
Dance fair ye will in moonlit rills
And silvered be your flight,
And dance until gold faint tendrils
Spin web that captures night,
When dawn, shall, on our window break,
And cast her light, on what will wake?
We seem so indifferent
Like we just don't feel
We've got cuts on our hearts
That will never heal
Beautiful as a train wreck
In that confusing way
Stuck in reverse
Living on yesterdays
We fall into the darkness
And drown in the sea
No love has ever been so tragic
As the love between you and me
Your gorgeous as you always are
So beautiful no one could believe
That you could find such beauty
In someone like me
But we paint a pretty picture
We make it look so nice
With hearts hard as stone
And eyes carved from ice
Seperated only by distance
Our beauty envied by the stars
Our story so original
The tragedy of what we are
Pick me up and carry me
Through our sweet abyss
Shroud me in your fantasy
Its not like I'll be missed
Give me all your heart
Your perfect in my imperfections
Look in the mirror and see it
That beautiful reflection
So we'll dance our way to freedom
We'll dance until we die
Forever framed in beauty
The tragedy of you and I
We are dreamers in love as we tango tonight
Into worlds of a fantasy passion in dreams
In this, dance my bohemian smiles with delight
As your eyes now reflect the old silver moonbeams.
And my lady, we dance and there lies in my heart
A love-song; I am roving from place and in time
To embrace in this crazed way of poetry's art,
The pure beauty of love that is rhythm and rhyme.
If it's true that my love is a dream, can I live
As I dream? As we tango each night of romance,
Filled with love and the sensual moments forgive
A lost rover as dreams now meander through dance.
For I love as I sing and I dance with my pen
All the dreams of my heart as I love you again.