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On Watching Innocence

A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the chapel. I take note.

Though nails on little hands show grown-up paint,
she emanates no guile.  She’s unaware
That in this world are some who wish to taint
all innocence; for no one do they care!

She nuzzles her dad’s face as on his knee
she’s sitting now - his sweet beloved daughter.
What menace lurks, from which she could not flee?
What evil lessons might one day be taught her?

She hugs her daddy’s chest; I watch and pray
she’ll live to hold a child her own one day.

In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Sonnet to a Fine Poetess

I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,  
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach. 

This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.

This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace, 
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format) 

*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Lonely Bard

A lonely bard can paint and write more songs,
Which birds loftily warble all day long,
Every note taps the heart of each flower,
Sprinkles dew drops while silent wind meanders.

Her ballad - a gem of all creations,
A home, hollowed not with admiration,
Chasm within draws perfect harmony
For stars to play a perfect symphony.

With knowledge and love, ink surges so deep,
The feather outshines the wind on its tip,
Lifting up dry leaves lying underneath
Every tale is treasured by golden sheath.

Lonely bard pens the lyrics of our hearts,
Where weary souls can find their road to start.

Aug 9, 2013  11.50am
By: Leonora Galinta

“I am a lonely bard
I have no song to sing.
This empty ballad is my home.
A feather against the dying wind- 
-my only expression.”

 -by my dearest sis, Poet Destroyer from her poem, “Umbrella”


This poem is a loving dedication/ homage to my all time greatest & most favourite poet, my loving sis & friend of mine & my number 1 inspiration.

Fourth Place
Contest: Pick a line, any line from a poem of fav. poet
Judged: 9/11/2013
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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Eye of the Beholder

A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
  young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
 each so blessed to be at the others' side.

A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
 twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
 so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.

Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
 none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
 her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.

Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
 but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.

June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse

Copyright © Arlene Smith

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Andrea the POETESS

Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night

When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night

I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand

As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
                     Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux " 

                   Dedicated to  the LOVELY POETESS
                              " ANDREA DIETRICH "

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought

Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

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:  103

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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In Response To My First Poem

In Response To My First Poem

-Inner Spirit-

A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay.
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul,
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?

Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of, if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine,
take strong stands and draw many a hard line.

Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live,
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give.
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from the smallest of little seeds!


~                ~~                 ~

My Response

He remained true to a dedicated and uplifting vow
Although, a weak vessel made of red cracking clay.
Years had taken a slashing toll, in great pain now
Yet his huge heart still sang out in its own way!

That terrible destruction time always seems to wreck
Dark, sad seeds planted in so many weakening souls.
Such looming obstacles hindered his long, lonely trek
Prayed he each day with faith to reach all his goals!

As many did in truth point out his stinging defeats
He begged pardon, crying his heart did remain true.
Only after helping others in their successful feats
Could his heart and soul celebrate with all of you!

Shining inner spirit, resting most secure in his mind
Watching as his last candle flickered and burned out.
Forever praying that deep love and faith all may find
Lights flashing, he flew away at the first angel's shout!


For 12th Contest, Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"

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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Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul

Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul

I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell,
With evil, sins and smells of eating hate.
Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar
An escape before death proves me too late?

I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom,
Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures.
No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom,
An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures!

Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown,
A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood.
Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown.
Into my searching heart each a river in flood.

This valley holds deep my father's longing soul.
This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll!

R.J. Lindley
May 20th 1983

Note-  Old sonnet, written age 29...

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Sonnet 18 Parody

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.

Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine 
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.

Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.

Copyright © Jeremy Lin

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Oceanic Blues

How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk in mismatched harmony;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Sea tossed, the dross shines upon the strand. 
Gemstones are born, where the sky meets the land.
meet me down by the rush of lulling sea;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Here we will lie for all eternity,
with life and death, and our love of the sea.

Scenic Point by Robert Butler

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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The Red Road

The Shaman sits upon the sand,
the sand of ocher clay;
between the walls of ruins tall,
where ancient one did lay.

The sky above, the earth between;
took in her sincere pleas
tinksha’s toned, soft flutes droned,
her mantra’s dire decree.

To be the light on darkened paths,
within the night belayed;
and be the brave dark in the glow,
of God’s pristine light portrayed.

Her life long work no sacrifice 
a love of mankind to display.

*One may be of any race or of almost any religion 
and walk the Red Road. The Good Red Road is a path,
a way of living. It's full meaning is the way one acts, 
the methods one uses, and what directs one's doing.
There is more to the Red Road than spoken word 
or written words on paper. It is behavior, attitude, 
a way of living, a way of "doing" with reverence - 
of walking strong yet softly, so as not to harm 
or disturb other life. The Red Road is a pathway to truth,
peace and harmony.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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My Guardian Poet

A guardian poet you have been to me
Much like an angel, there protecting me
When I was silent, lost in dark of night
You read my words and brought me back to light

You told me that my words were ever true
That in my writes were thoughts profound and new
You would not let me simply drift away
A word of hope you’d send to greet each day

Your name is there below each thing I write
To tear dimmed eyes you brought a vision bright
“The Queen of Passion,” how I love the name
You gave to me and life is not the same

To you, my Guardian Poet, thanks I bring
You fool me not; I see your angel wing

Eileen Manassian Ghali 

Richard Lamoureux and I joined Poetry Soup at about the same time a year and eight months ago. Richard has been like a mentor to me. I’ve recently been very unwell emotionally and unable to write. I have appreciated the fact that he did not give up on me and kept daily visiting my previous writes and leaving words of encouragement. My words are my soul, so, in a way, he was affirming my worth as a person, which is what I was in need of. Richard has written a poem for me entitled, "Queen of the Romantic Pen."
Richard, your friendship is precious and dear. You are a man of faith and integrity. May God bless your home, your loved ones, and your heart with all that brings you joy. Thank you for standing by me through my dark times.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Woman's Work

Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs,                 
anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ...        
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,  
we care for you, our frail flowers wrought.

The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy          
lends at days end, the tender bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing seams of joy  
our fingers never rest from the day's start.

Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll
or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet
oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill
all healing touches given without regret.

Small and strong and full of life, they pour.
A woman’s hands give much to be adored.

*Women inspire me especially my mother.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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NIGHTINGALE'S SOUL LIGHTS Plain spotless uniform so pure and white Modest neat gear rendering tender loving fight Day, night 'till wee hours, eyes a must wide awake Extending a hand, shaking off all aches Tiptoeing like a sly in and out of rooms Dim ~ quiet same as white garden tombs Grace under pressure upon first newborn's cry Wiping tears from a gentle old man's dying eye Evenings so dark and mornings so bright Everyday a nurse sees life kaleidoscope lights Despite some voice rudeness to foul remarks Kindness,her soul's sweet perfume, larks A nurse appears unfeeling firm when mankind bleeds Within her are hidden soft golden beauty deeds (c) 11:47pm July 06, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Elizabeth's Words

I open her book of poetry
When I need to run away.
Serenity washes over me,
Banishing stresses of the day.

Her melodic rhymes entice me,
My imagination begins to soar.
The kind of poet I strive to be,
Her work leaves me wanting more.

Passionate words and phrases
In rhyme and rhythmic flow.
Each poem awes and amazes
Causing my inspiration to grow.

She writes with flourish and with flair.
A poetess beyond compare.

for Elizabeth Wesley, poetess beyond compare

Copyright © Francine Roberts

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'Tis a heavenly honeybee 
with a honeyed tongue
drippin' dulcet words accompany
by the rhythm of her buzzin' song.

...Sweet appetible verses flavourin' my soul
with the nectar fetch from tasty seasons of Springs;
Mmm! a bunch of saccharine syrup to behold. 
Aliment from the supernal honeycomb she ev'r brings.

O' lofty queenbee! a noble subject clings
to your pleasurable condiment,
and to the chorus of your iridescent wings
swarming with merriment.

So, hail to Moonbee
with a vow of Jubilee.

A dedication to MoonBee.

Copyright © Ismael Nieves

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She mostly sits on the outside looking
into the worlds around her.  Day by day
gazing into strong hearts interlocking
with others, bonding in the friendly way.
Her rationale, by and large is to cope
with life as a mom, with a two year old
and the love of a husband giving hope
that neither will be left out in the cold.

She is assured by his drive and his verve.
He - - in return lets her live her own life.
Sometimes her other self loses her nerve:
she revives, being mom, poet and wife

She offers a sonnet for sweet respite,
for life, being young, and living outright

Copyright © Charles Henderson

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I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

Copyright © Ann Rich

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Andrea Dietrich

Angelic words she places in lines with care.
Never heard a discouraging word, she did share.
Deeper emotions she does write so clear.
Reality is her concern, realism so sincere.
Excitement sometimes rules her lines.
A woman of deep and emotional designs,

Deeply passionate about so many things in life,
I never met her though read her poetic rife.
Each time she visits others words she reads.
Telling others so sweetly she plants seeds,
Respectfully she instills poetic writings in another.
I saw onetime she felt like a sonnet unwritten.
Carefully I wrote this for her, an earth mother.
Having friendship in mind never was smitten.

I have a sort of gift that allows me to sense certain feelings about people without even meeting them....and usually my first intuition if you want to call it that is perfectly correct. matter what it is about or who it is about I have to write it or my soul is clouded and pain grows within...Blessings..Cecil

Copyright © cecil hickman

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Inspired by;  Constance La France’s Native American Portrait 

Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare

When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother

Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread 

I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.

Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"

Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend

Copyright © Edwin Baldwin

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The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

The Best Any Mother Ever Birthed And Reared

He stared back at his life amazed
a scattering of miracles here and there
many cried out that he was crazed
when he gave that stern look and stare

Back there vast plains loudly waved
forested jungles crept up so very slow
Nature he wanted touched and saved
a tragedy of pain that the angels know

Dry, dead cities awaited his return
the man that set beauty in the blue sky
his life , a tree destined to burn
walking where others feared to even try

A man among men they admired and feared
the best any mother ever birthed and reared!

Robert J. Lindley, 02-27-2015

note:  Dedicated to H D L ....

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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No Principle Stands Alone

No Principle Stands Alone

Stand tall with blade worn openly for all to see
give kindness when its richly due
The true worth is not in the height of a tree
rather it is in the fruits it bears that we use.

Never yield to complacency or fear of condemnation
instead act in a way that shows honor rightly obeyed
Seek not false and ever so hollow admiration
rather pursue a righteous foundation firmly laid.

Do that and hope will hold you to a true course
despite the stony path you must then tread
Fear not the troubles the fools heartily endorse
Life will reward your honor greatly instead. 

Two things a man should never dare to lose.
Precious Hope and the Courage to fight to choose!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-16-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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The cold, is here again.
Our lips, are getting dried again.
Lip gloss sellers, are inflating its price again
Men will bear this brunt, all again.
The leaves are littering the ground again. 
Late student will have to pick again and again.
Sweaters would be in vogue again.
The rich won’t boast to us again.
Cos the natural cool air condition is here again.
The lotion cream has no effects again.
B’cos it’s the Vaseline’s time again.
It’s Harmattan again.
The farewell to ember months is here again.
Let’s play safe, perhaps to witness another one again!

Copyright © adelaja olayiwola

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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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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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I've just some things I thought your heart should hear,
since they've been weighing heav'ly on my mind,
so list' and I shall whisper to thine ear
with all compassion my poor heart can find.

You've touched me deeply with the way you smile;
such lips could sooth the beast of anyone;
and spreading love with looks must be your style
for every time our eyes meet, love comes on.

Now I'm about to kiss the lips of you
for this first time, I pray the memory
shall linger on through years life takes us through,
together, as I'm certain this will be.

This first kiss of our love will never end
and changes whom you guessed was just your friend.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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She That Sought Stars, Caught Only Me

She That Sought Stars, Caught Only Me

She that sought the stars, instead caught only me
with no money no fancy cars, I was a stoic tree
no deep lover's arrow pierced my stolid heart
stars had made our love firm in its eternal chart!

Bright moon beamed its approval with a deep glow
its love rays reflected back from the whitest snow
there was an image resident in her beautiful eyes
of sweetness and a longing touch reaching the skies.

All fell into united dream, paradise was our bond
becoming beautiful lily pads in our Eden's pond
she that made this soul dance and joyfully sing
life held both our spirits and my soul made king!

Universe less vacate, as this love filled its space.
Eternity our reward, as future happiness we now face!

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart

Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart

A gentle song in your voice, only I could hear
loving you my choice, losing my greatest fear 
Grabbing that light coming from your soft eyes
was touching a rainbow in clear blue skies!

Your beauty, stream growing splashing flowers
my heart beating for our time, midnight hours
Your glowing soul, baby steps into my realm
your kisses given, my heart they overwhelm!

Memories tell me, you are still by my side
to hold these, your death my mind does hide
Some sweet nights, I feel your soft touch
those are the nights, I embrace so damn much!

Such dreams, hold in place my grieving heart.
Prayers begging, begging our love to restart!

R.J. Lindley
Feb, 25 1981

Note--Old sonnet, found folded in an old poetry book.
I must have placed it there and forgotten long ago. 
I did edit out some personal references and shortened it to be a sonnet.
Author's privilege cited..

Copyright © Robert Lindley