Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)
Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands
Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot
Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard
In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014
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)
Total # Words: 93
Dark River That Sought To Flood
I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight
Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief
A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love
Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014
“…when power narrows the areas of man’s
concern, poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence…”
—John F. Kennedy
Medieval misery crushing citizens;
Shackled: grueling, clanging, negativity
Middle Passage past, plaguing, yet frightens;
Intense insanity—gangs captivity!
Draining dreams and desires from hearts—slashed:
Ancestral destruction, devastating;
Bones protruding from ribs, weakening—lashed;
Sight yet sickening, distraught, disgusting!
Will God speak in molding humanity?
Will His divine grace cleanse such evil souls?
Self posed dictators, fool’s insanity
Greed in governing—crushing others’ souls!
Where art thou, Master of the Universe?
Hold not thy hands while the poor suffer worst!
© Joseph, 10/1/08
© All Rights Reserved
Semi finalist contestant
292 out of 887 submissions
June 1, 2009 International Contest
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.
Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.
Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.
Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.
Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.
I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left
I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place
Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
My love, what shall you leave me with tonight?
What words are there to mend my broken heart?
Will our love be repaired with morning light,
Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart?
My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this,
My eternal promise of love to you
How could you pull apart this final kiss?
Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue
So, before you give your final goodbye,
And your anger and hate bury your love
Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die
And the future that we had spoken of
So, I'll remind you with my final breath,
My eternal love is as strong as death
She quietly slipped into his room
There he lay very proud and arrogant
Who had held a gun to her child's head_ "boom",
He would say_Satan his assistant
He would tell her child that he would kill her
And he would kill her beloved family
She could not know that this would not occur
The child lived for eighteen years anxiously
How can one forgive heinous offense
Committed against a child that is loved
Only through God forgiveness for events
God forgave without Him she would be unloved
She asked him if he needed anything
Promised to visit while inside screaming
Our ex-son-in-law is in a nursing home now in the last stages of Huntington's Disease
We think that he was abusive because of the illness but don't know for sure..
Our daughter divorced him and remarried to a man who is treating her good...
Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.
God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...
If I just had one day left in life,
I'd rid myself of anger, envy, strife.
I'd hug those I loved dearly through the years,
And kneel to God, crying with bitter tears.
My prayer, dear God, extend my days to live,
For there's still one more person to forgive.
It's me, that comes regretting my despair,
Having lived a pauper's life seemed unfair.
I wanted to travel across the lands,
To see mountains high and the ocean sands.
How can I forget untraveled highways,
And be content at the end of my days?
For all that needs be done, God gives grace.
Fretting life ends, with hopes of better place.
< amidst grass carpet he plays
long ears bushy tail white paws
nibbles bulbs munches away
poor little thing had some flaws
hides hair braided and despaired
didn't stop this little guy
thought to self this wasn't fair
bowed head and started to cry
nectar is what he had sought
on this hopeful days journey
not to be trapped or be caught
or carted off on gurney
Mister Nibbles came to play
In garden's bedding today
I have had many frightening visions
of demons pulling me down into the infernal abyss:
to burn and torment my bound and shivering body...
as Dante envisioned it in his Divine Comedy.
Ah, Popes, Presidents, Kings, enemies and friends made no apologies...
they were glad to see me join them in their cell!
I accursed them even in that place called," Hell ."
And that gave me an opportunity to write many appropriate analogies.
" My flesh will burn, not my spirit! " I desperately hollered.
" This is not a place where I should pay for my earthly sins!"
" Eternal fire and condemnation are wrong!" I protested.
" God loves everyone, and He only demands repentance!"
Finally, that dreadful vision ended at the coming of the sunrise,
I found myself on Earth witnessing the wonders of Paradise!
THE TEMPLE PROSTITUTE
The God came to me in the guise of a stranger
His gold body scent was of great sublimity
His arms were marble pillars, and his embrace
Melted the whole world on my belly.
He tuned me to the refinement of my own nature -
Pitched me so exquisitely I fell from heaven -
Totally vanquished, till I remembered
All there was of paradise, and the number seven.
He has the unfolding of centuries since
To worship me as a goddess divine,
But they couldn’t build churches fast enough
To deny our union in the votive shrine.
The salt of humble pilgrims for my wantonness
I, who had everything but blessedness.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
A drink on the nightstand calls
To me who would be the listener
To hear what he has to say
About what happens in this room.
The water within the pale, clear cup
Is lined with lipstick and plastic
But all the while he still cries
As though the lips who touch him are his.
A drink on the nightstand screams my name
Come and taste what I have to give
But I know that one sip of his poisonous nectar
And no longer my life shall I live
For you are the drink within its tall
Drink on the nightstand that calls.
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see?
I am broken as can be.
My heart is torn.
My tears stain these perfect floors.
Why are singing with glee?
Why do you not care about my every plea?
I am trapped in your arms.
I am the hopeless moth.
How did you pick me?
What is it that you see?
A girl untouched by life?
A flower blooming in the desert?
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
Like roses on a thorn I never knew
What I thought was beneath and what was there
I look inside and all I see is you
And there I found I actually do care
More than I deserve, you make me feel
Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
I hope someday you'll see what I see
Away with your pity and no more sighs
You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
Whatever you become I will still love you
When I consider all the friends I've lost,
On things that matter little to me now.
Or friends who gently warned me of the cost,
Of every argument I would allow
When every friend of mine who tried to share,
The harsher truths of life I did forget.
And make believe I didn't have a care,
In living every day without regret.
But as the autumn of my years draw near,
I think of friends in silent solitude.
And hope that some of them would reappear,
So that all our friendships could be renewed.
For if in forgiving me, my dear friends,
Our friendships would be restored to the end.
The great wish is that we shall never feel,
Dark as the shady thorns over the yonder;
Beating hearts of gloom just atop the hill
Men with rage they neglect the ponder.
Oh, it were I was happy fool as any
Content to play the game of dull pretense,
Specious are these moments for so many;
Truth tales of lies to their own bitter ends.
Some would weasel that amends could be made
Bed is done lied in, for shame has come in;
Son against father with sharp verbal blade
Killed a command, instead honored sin.
Yet in the dark, light still filtered good through,
Heaven and hell, God above only who knew.
Your cloying tales of days gone by,
memories of sugar crystals.
Saccharide words of poisoned lies
shot me point blank from your pistol.
You spin a web of golden beams,
flashing starlight, a laughing face.
With secrets shared and rainbow dreams,
you weave deceit in threads of lace.
Dark clouds of broken promises
cast in the shadows of your smile.
Forgotten deeds and air kisses,
forgiveness tainted with denial.
In time, I know I'll come to forgive.
Though, I only have one heart to give.
Thirty-four years of fist fights and screaming fits;
threats of killing, suicide; public embarrassments.
In front of my husband and son they crossed a line.
What I gave them was a piece of my mind.
"I am done with this." "We should part ways." I said,
"Before someone ends up seriously hurt, or dead."
I felt no sadness. I couldn't shed a tear.
To think about it; I gave them 15 years.
I went to see them, knowing their health was bad.
Prayer and apologies from me, Mom and Dad.
Things are better after our long time apart.
Peace of mind for fifteen years; lost.... a piese of my heart.
With great sadnes, of disfunction I tell.
For giving and losing..... the balance scale.
July 01, 2014
Contest: What I gave
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
It’s all out there and in here too.
The pain, confusion, and anxiety.
What is a person to do,
who lags in the virtue of piety.
It must be given to One
much more powerful than I,
And so I have done,
But not quite, so that’s a lie…
I take back what I have given,
And suffer it all over again,
Though I’ve been forgiven,
Such is the haunting of sin.
How could I have ever done these things;
Is what the too proud conscience sings.
What if by chance we meet, embrace once more,
And to that place we go where no one sees
Or even knows, we quietly close the door
And shut away the winter’s cooling breeze.
The scent of hyacinths still fills the hall
And welcomes us with memories of where
We both said our goodbyes and we’ll recall
Unspoken words left hanging in the air
But if we meet, my heart will surely sing
For what we were and what we might have been
When to this empty room, my love, you’ll bring
Bouquets of flowers fresh and newly green
If in this chance encounter, you are true,
We may find love returns, from where it flew
Envelopes, like cantaloupes,
Emptied vessels cast aside.
Harbors of wayward ships,
Collection plates to take inside,
Emptiness, is nothing less,
Bleeding ulcers seeping in,
Burning edges outward in,
The constant pain that lives within.
The inner core, the apple seed,
The heart of love is beating still.
The tidal flow to sooth the sand,
The lover's hand to touch and fill.
The joy, the warmth, of god within.
The living on earth is disaster,
To understand a matter is understanding,
Knowledge and experience that more demanding,
Hard to count ability if a person is master,
without performance life is slower or faster,
sadness or happiness is a tale of pause,
not much learning; spending is mortal to loss,
our journey is full of pain or a good laughter,
we shall die one day with empty hands,
although religion has good stories of God brands,
i were born on earth to live in peace,
most basics are free but a person charged fees,
oh man; come to appreciate living, nature seeds pain,
Try to secure human existence we need to use brain.
I stood on love's hill and watched the sunset
Heard my heartbeat through the valley of time
It echoed off canyon walls where souls wept
Faded with lost sounds of internal rhymes
I began the long night where darkness reigns
Where the mind plays its sad flute, no one hears
Worthless memories, pictures that remained
Dissolved so slowly as I screamed, I'm here
I waited all night for the empty dawn
Faced loneliness and heard its voice within
Struggled with anguish until it was gone
And found reason and my sanity again
I searched the vastness to welcome its peace
Stood on love's hill until illusions ceased
LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat
DEMETER AT THE CHINESE OPERA
So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your daughter
Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.
I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera. What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain
And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief.
(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Lightning flashed heated air nitrogen bring
Desired raindrops free the earth from love's dust
Raining upon the dry earth unjust, just
It is only a very tiny thing
But when the clouds roll away birds will sing
On God the provider they place their trust
Even when man from his store throws small crust
Today the heavens with jubilation did ring
While the lightning flashed man did find rest
Tucked away in house, car, or barn over there
Out of sight where no one could see
In the hot argument of clouds man confessed
God I have sinned before you; please forgive me
Then be finished with this sordid affair
We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.
How I was careful not to wend your way
And fall mere victim to your power’s thrust,
But needless, saying so, I must now say
With shame, “how can I love you if I trust
You not?” I’ll live forever in my grief
And never climb from out my deep despair
Just knowing with a thought I can’t conceive:
The fact that you show not a joy or care
In loving me, embracing love’s fine art
And never lying; putting to the test
Your strong forbearance still, I’ll never part
From you, but lock your heart within my breast.
Should I fall prey to love’s immortal rue?
Nay, I’ll forgive you as true lovers do.
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep
Shadows crept into my room late at night
those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth
Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight
slimy ones prancing down and underneath
Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls
fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about
Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls
some cursed my soul with demonic shout
Last came ever patient and slashing kind
creeping in so close to my shaking bed
Searching very slow for bare toes to find
clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head
A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand
Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand!
Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014
Dark memories haunt my past.
I know such are dead and blessings are here
now to last...
I apologize for all mistrust.
Forgiveness your nature, it is so.
Hear thine words of tragedy and must.
Awaiting answer, before I go,
Those equations that I speak silent,
Prepare thou for our sweet departure.
Those quiet and distinct moments lent.
We both indignant, so immature,
Now we can share our differences.
Masks never hidden to each other,
Our inner heart shared references.
We could not deceive ourselves brother.
We are; I accept apology.
Now no more, combined, you are now me.
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name You Can Say It Now
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.
I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.
I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.
And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson
Leave Them Rejoicing
I would share joy with God, if I had just one day to live.
I would spend my time: weeping, praying, writing, rejoicing.
Death's separation from loved ones saddens those left behind.
I would pray for their strength with my heart for them weeping.
Prayers to give hope, guidance, and for mistakes, forgiveness,
Introspective contemplations and then, I would write.
For each one I love, I would leave poetic wisdom.
I would write poems of comfort to help keep goals in sight.
And if perchance a contention unresolved remained,
I would say do not worry; we would have worked it out.
Expressing everlasting love would not be cut short.
And my love for them, they would know without a doubt.
Because each soul near to me was by Heaven's choosing.
I would gather them around, and leave them rejoicing.
© July 29, 2010
Fear Not The Darkness
Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
dance as if death does not exist
Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
dream of another very precious goal
A love that blesses all that which matters
leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
creating a heart that never ever strays
Fear not changes that send a greater life
cut away such fear with a spirited knife...
Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014
The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
On days when tempers fly and passions rage,
Let your voice be the one to come and soothe,
Like Shakespeare’s plays our words are just a stage
So performed without audience to please,
My heart cannot dare to begin to prove,
While my soul, unhindered offers these
The words of trust and love; they never move,
Despite what angry words seem to extol.
My love as solid as forest oak trees,
Ignore my voice and listen to my soul,
Do not leave me here begging on my knees,
Please take my hand so love may gently smooth,
My raging heart, it seeks you to console;
Let your voice be the one to come and soothe.
Form: American Sonnet
Up to thee in what your spirit will see.
Between you and me, it’s all that it can be.
Your heart and mind must be bound true.
For your soul to be given and saved too,
Each day that passes depends on what you say.
Depends on the faithful way that you display,
To be forgiven is design, forgiving divine.
Preparing for a sign, trying not to define,
Break not any sacred vow, though live for the now.
Take heed of what you plow, though watch your bow.
Humankind is so very frail, seek you own Holy Grail.
Remember that you may fail, but take up a new trail.
Golden bliss is what no one on earth wants to miss.
Awake and do not dismiss, or your destiny you shall remiss.
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No more star-crossed loves,
No more fated deaths.
I will choose the paths above,
And each and every breath.
I will take control of my heart,
Though the world wants me to stop.
You will not control all parts,
Nor shall I be your prop.
Death is no longer my friend,
For I have changed my ways.
Time will be my only end:
I'll live to the last of days.
My life is now to be for me:
From all Night, I'm finally free.
Fate's Seal Never Yields
A storm so dark and so very blue
fate delivers it's first misery clue
Earth and sky rapidly melt into an urn
soon, so very soon , comes my turn
Rain that spins so out of control
pelts down upon newly born souls
Awakening thoughts buried deep within
of the mortality of we lesser men
Short lives spent in duties often delayed
with dreams imagined but never quite made
Regret of the coming last dawn lingering around
like a lonely fish that is dark water bound
Ashes heaped upon a very wearisome head
Sleeping soundly in a very badly made bed
Robert J. Lindley 11/23/1977
On refracted wings, of multiple hue
In liberation, two butterflies flew
Leaving behind the cocoons, that they knew
Restricted their flight as in pain they grew
Many were the days that had left them blue
Darkened caverns they’d been driven into
Suffering from cold angry winds that blew
For reasons they’d often not have a clue
And now, as imago, they live anew
Forgetting their past and all they’d been through
No longer restricted in what they do
No longer afraid of where they fly to
They fly for honesty and all that’s true
And now the cobwebs may blow away too ~
Sweet colors of skys will die
Little girl close your eyes and you will fly
Candy drops of tears will fall
Holding onto promises that no longer excist
Dreams of a dream that happiness is real
Mamma see's your sad eyes, wondering what took the glitter away
Wishing out the fire on the last candle
Wishing to see a new night
Pink,blue,yellow,green balloons I hold
Watching them slip through my fingers forever
Feeling the pain break you apart inside
Believing that the pain is the only memory
Dont let the burning of sunder mark you
A drip of strawberry poison will weaken the pain
Hush Hush the lip's of memory's
And dance till the sun bleed's the last drop
THE TWO BROTHERS AND THEIR SISTER
Brother 1 - Tom
My Sister Needs Help
She's never had the chance to be in love
she thought she should reserve virginity,
and dreamed the things all girls are dreaming of
depending on support from me and thee;
she found some good in ev'ryone she met
until the night the streets took her into
another world no one would soon forget
to meet the scum of life, and what they do;
thinking her dead, after they had their fun
they left her there with life about to be,
now we are told, there's nothing to be done
if she gives birth, she'll die, most certainly.
To save a sister, whom I hold so dear
what choice is this that fills our lives with fear?
Brother 2 - Dick
My Sister's Easy
She's got her life just like it always was
but now her cryin's got our family fare
confused at best, because of what she does,
she never thinks nobody else should care!
She wears her skirts up to her--you know what
and ev'rybody knows she's just a flirt
but now she's got herself p-g, and not
about to tell the truth for that would hurt!
She's cryin rape, cause she don't know just who
made her that way, that night was so much fun
and they were all so drunk, they never knew
what they were doing until it was done.
And I bet she will never change her ways
she's easy and I bet that's how she stays.
Abba the father my heart cries out to you.
I am corner stoned with all I will ever be.
I reach high and climb the skies just to see.
I am in a world so confused it is hard to do.
Abba the father my soul just passes through.
I come to you and I am down on bended knee.
I have a soul begging for justice to be set free.
I am in a world where corruptions make new.
I am searching the distance,
Documenting my presence,
Absorbing life’s existence,
As this world shatters and shakes,
The Earth begins to violently quake.
My skies are so blue,
with all that is true.
I am lonely here waiting for you.
Lonely as can be,
With the letter in my hand,
you do not come to me.
As I stand here crying,
I am slowly dying.
So my love,
show me you love me.
Yea, thou cometh before me once too oft’.
For I am charged to cast thee in Bridewell.
Thy audience pleases with voice so soft;
Shall I divide the child to make all well?
Lest thou enamor me I have no choice,
'Tis not I but my throne has been defiled.
Whereby thy pleas cometh in soften voice,
And black begets white as mouths spew wild.
Thy ‘sblood in kine hast bid me prevalence;
The road to hell, paved with good intentions.
To wit; thou hast spake thy benevolence.
You seek the grace of my interventions,
Yet umbrage admits to Gods’ lower world.
I shall thole thy thistles with love unfurled.
Honey, just once, would you keep your mouth shut?
Why? Your mouth is the source of all our problems
That’s why. Oh, now you’re calling me a nut!
When you’re not calling me names you condemn
Everything I do or say. What’s with you?
Oh! Here come the tears! Turn them off my dear.
They always seem to appear when the two
Of us reach an impasse, crocodile tears!
Look hon, this is a silly argument
Over what I said at the beginning
I had no idea it would augment
Into this sideshow that’s never-ending
I guess I said some awful things untrue
I had no right to say those things to you.
For love to be true then it should be free,
But she is not free; she’s married to him.
I said it didn’t matter, let it be;
Exposed my soul at the ungodly rim
I did not choose her on a wish or whim
Yet nothing prepared me for all this pain
Even knowing my chances were worse than dim
I would wait and let love send me insane
And like a beast cast out into the rain
I searched her holy path of blood and gore
While knowing where her sweet heart would remain
Until my soul screamed: it could take no more.
I was seeking her call of ‘I love you’
I wanted to believe, love; but I knew.
I called the Lady to stand by my side
As on my knees I knelt in humble prayer
Forgive me goddess for all I denied
Show me once more thy truth that thou art there
Here forever, now and everywhere
Show me thy beauty in the silver light
Let me feel the tenderness of thy care
Release me from this dark unholy night
So I may strive to know of all that’s right
And serve thy will with chalice and with blade
Cast out my demons from glorious sight
As I renew the promise I had made
Queen of Darkness! Help me, heal me, love me
Lady of Night! Bring me home, back to thee.
I am left with nothing to lose or to gain.
I walked in deserts and I found my Star.
It was brilliance, shined by few, and far.
I held my head high until yes I am sane.
It was trickery so I sought some rain.
She glowed tremendous thus bizarre.
By fate, my Star had no Earthly scar.
It was at high peak and by far plain.
It took me forever plus another day.
Vividly I made it through the night.
The Sun also the Moon led my way.
Even they were illuminating bright.
She stared me squaring straight eye to eye and upon my Earthly face.
She partook for me to take my stand in my heavenly positioned place!
One's anger has my soul writhing in pain.
The other does not, will not trust my love.
I'd give my life to end the toxic rain.
Will the forgiveness be what I've dreamt of?
I had no idea it was possible,
But I am finally letting him go.
This new love I feel is unstoppable.
Can he accept love that can only grow?
To cause him pain would mean my own demise.
If I should walk away, would he follow?
Could I convince him of love he denies?
Does he suspect my truth to be hollow?
I know that my heart will never waver.
If he turns away my dream could shatter.
If love's not accepted, truth I'll savor.
Doubting me would make nothing else matter.
Is there anything left for me to lose,
When between the two I'm forced to choose?
When the storm has withered and you walk away,
Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud.
Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud.
I shall move the winds and ye shall hear what I say.
I will take your voice and vibrate what you do pray.
I will come through you with a whisk so very loud.
I am the noises amongst every single blatant crowd.
Today tomorrow or yesterday I was there on that day.
I am inside of you and outside the court.
Bounced and planked I am the only one.
Itched and scratched I examine the port.
Faith or Grace I have just only now begun.
Time is you and time is me and I set you to my side.
I am a gateway that is so narrow or much too wide.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2007
I see the fields before me being turned from green to brown
And the trees which lie with each leaf with a frown,
'What sin have we committed' as if they speak
Along with the left ones standing like thin sticks.
Like deep cuts- the deep reels as if they seem -
Like slicing off from a cake it's cream.
In heaps they lie resembling the slaughter
And it hath tirned wry the earth's laughter.
What's the colour of earth,it doth appear from moon,
Whatever it be its into change eftsoons,
Bellows are riding above the land -
Without the greenness the land is nothing but sand.
With the wind thee wrap us in thy lap;Oh!Nature massive -
I regret on part of those who make the process passive.
You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!
With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.
Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.
Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!
Dorian Petersen Potter
If I could take back
Everything I said
I’d do it in a heart beat
Retracting every single thread
If I could erase the words
And place them where they belong
My eraser would then dissipate
As I feverishly erase the wrong
If I could turn back the clock
And reluctantly go back into time
I would think about the consequences
Of writing a hurtful rhyme
But reversing time isn’t an option
So I’m searching for another mode
To be able to say to you “I’m sorry”
I give you this single pleading ode
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Oh,gorgeous misery,gone 'cross the seas
In hope to find calm on ancient green plains;
Please,raise your eyes and brush dust off your knees.
Was there solace in those often harsh rains?
Yes,I once spoke a vow to,there,join you,
Long,I've dreamt of those parched,fallen mansions,
To share in your gaze of deeply bleak blue;
But my promise soon turned to false stanchions.
Would you believe your recall brings regret,
Still,even though I'm sure,distance and time's
Paled my memory for your best beget?
Apologies now yours,offered in rhymes.
With due honesty and words most sincere,
I pray you found peace from away,my dear.