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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Shadow Puppets


Shadow Puppets

Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
in silence, each alone and incomplete
in detached worlds, joined only by the reach
of tiny, lapping waves upon their feet.
As silver beams of moonlight iced the ground
and blotted out the warmth of sandy gold,
the warmth of humanness was hidden, bound
beneath blind souls, that shivered in the cold.

Yet on the sand, their shadows danced along—
a silhouetted couple synchronized
in motion…forms united, clear and strong
against the blankness which the moon devised.

Dark, shadow puppets sparked a guiding light—
gave living souls new vision in the night.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Pen A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 05/30/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Puppets
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged 12/27/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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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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O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.

What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?

Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!

O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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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 | Year Posted 2014

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After The Storm, Rebirth

After The Storm, Rebirth

Storm has torn the majestic forested scene
as ravaged are the shrubs on high hills
Surviving birds yet sing and calmly preen
unmindful of last night's ripping thrills

Trees now broken, toppled at Nature's behest
all forested tranquility yet to be restored
Nature shook violently and did its very best
lakes many boats sunk where they moored

From this destruction new life shall reign
savage death brings on creation's birth
Beauty shall come with all that we see plain
earth renews the landscape for all its worth

I see with these renewing things a greater plan
All teaches life's lessons to the heart of man

Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2014

Inspired by Gry's Christensen's poem , Brewing Sunsets In Teapots
that I read early this morn.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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The Planting

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
 so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014


note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's 
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading 
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
 another's  entire attitude.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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INSPIRATION BLOOMS


Flushed hands spill passion, softly wild
In languid explosion words rise
With heaves of angst and rapture piled,
Spewing phrases... untamed, unwise.
 
As rhymes burst, whirls form in my chest
From twilight laced ...hours rile again,
Down fingertips my soul’s unrest
To bathe on verses from dripped pen.
 
A language of fire scents my mood
That aches when love and rage entwine;
Till inspiration blooms, renewed             
Beneath stars, veiled words lift my spine.
 
In the marrow, blot of ink clears
Offering a page new frontiers.


...............
Regina Riddle's Writing Contest
8/11/2014

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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See-Saws


See-Saws

What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, were it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.


Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Celebrating My Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 04/27/2016

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~2nd Place~
Contest: My Favourite Forms – Haibun or Sonnet
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 10/09/2015

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~4th Place~
Contest: Teeter-Totter: Balance the Load
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 10/07/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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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 Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

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The First Flower I Chose

The First Flower I Chose


You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there

Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this

Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night

My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast

08-31-2014

Contest- Form Sonnet
Regina Riddle 
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship 

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Thunder within the Silence

Their pen is mightier then their sword
As they walk and ponder the lonely mile
The slings and arrows that they have stored
Are hidden within their silent smile

I’m only beginning to know your name
For your whispers do move mountains
Perhaps are solitude's may be the same
As we throw our words into the fountains

Soul traveler that you have become
A silent warrior with a rhythmic mind
Poetic visionary who beats to their own drum
A mystic healer who is one of a kind

Whose words of wisdom do stun
Creator of verses—O Silent One.


Feb.27.2016   ^WW^

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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Islam is Peace

I'm a Muslim whose voice remains unheard.
Peace was the first thing I eagerly learned.
Peace, the world's main hope and ambition,
 Is the ultimate goal and name of my religion. 
"Peace be upon you" is my all-time greeting
To everyone I run into or see at a meeting.
Love, the world's greatest aim and ambition,
Is the be-all and end-all of my religion.
Our Prophet once said, "Shall I tell you what to do
to find love, let there be peace among you?"
Let there be peace and love will grow.
Faster and stronger than all we know.
Islam is peace that leads to love
If peace is there, so will be love. 

15/12/2015

Copyright © Omar Jabak | Year Posted 2015

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Revelation Or Implantation

Like the speed of light a revelation
came; knowledge entered portals of the brain 
Then the thoughts disappeared what deflation 
A seed planted with light wisdom a gain

Darkness a seed of Satan's devices
Slipped into the brain's portals quietly
When darkness floats in, sits, all pay the price
The body, soul, and spirit dies nightly

An implantation of evil that grows
A darkness that spreads with thick evil wings
The web spreading out 'til emotions enclose
Blackness covers the brain, heart, feelings

At the speed of light, wisdom opens doors
Darkness settles into a being's stores

Name: Giorgio V
Contest:Relate Poem To Quote
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Written over several days in December 2013
Quote:"Everybody talks about the speed of light,
but what is the speed of darkness?" Anonymous

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Ars Poetica


Ars Poetica


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

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


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

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

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

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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Sonnet For The Souls Of Saints

Remarkable people, leave their mark, on this forlorn world.
The name for them, we hold quite dear, they are known as saints.
We so revere, these folks of love; though they were poor and worn.
These martyrs, we remember, by casting them in stone and paint.

Sacred iconography cannot show respect.
Respect is earned, only by its giving; remember saints with love.
Remember, saints watch from above; to mock them, is to reject.
The saints, they gave a precious gift; they gave their life and love.

These saint have made their mark on earth; passing life’s tough tests.
Respect them well, for they watch over, all souls upon this earth.
They’ll help you, get through tough times; teaching what is best.
For they have learned, hard survival, since the day of their birth.

Every country, creed and race, have their own loved saints.
They’ve lived and loved; cared and suffered; all without complaint.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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God And Nature Are Foundations In Each Soul

God And Nature Are Foundations In Each Soul
( Sestina Sonnet) (Number 5)


God and Nature give me such sweet release,
as both seep quite deeply into my soul.
Joined in this melding we race on carefree
and we in our wisdom dance two by two.

My life now consists of love of we two,
holding the joys in being so carefree.
Days and nights bring on our hottest release,
together build stronger each longing soul.

Nature and God live in a seeking soul,
creating scenarios for release.
Bathed in true light, they create sets of two,
with beloved brought pairs that are carefree.

God and Nature are foundations in each soul.
Man's quest should be to find divine release.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-18-2016

Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge
Sonnet Form number 5- Sestina Sonnet, non-rhyming
Rhyme pattern, A.B.C.D D.C.A.B B.A.D.C CB DA


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sunshine's Daily Promises

Sunshine's Daily Promises 

Sun in a cool waltz across a clear sky 
We live too fast and dare to wonder why!
Another slow lazy day of tasks well done 
O' yes, the lazy part was the real fun .

Thoughts of why we so readily embrace greed 
when just enough is as much as we need. 
Perhaps it truly is far later than we think 
when life so often vanishes in a mere blink.

Sun rises with its eternal blessed life giving heat 
with morning bacon and eggs I wish to eat .
Tomorrow, tomorrow promises of a future chance 
don't sleep in, get up to dance, and dance.

Sun in a cool waltz across a blue sky 
We live too hard and dare to wonder why !

RJL,
DATE-- LONG AGO.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release

Now The Hungry Lion Roars For Release!

Darkness, the wicked devil so well uses
Farewell to the muse, she went on vacation
She walks in beauty, yet her love abuses
So we'll go no more a-roving, in elation

The destruction of Sennacherib, gone
Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
Thy days are done, bleached as whitest bone
When we two parted, I lost my damn head

Where the bee sucks, time renews in sweet birth
Who is it that says most, which can say more
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Now the hungry lion roars for release!

Marugu Mo and Robert Lindley, 4-01-2015

Marugu blog poem, added to by Robert J. Lindley

Marugu MO's Blog
BYRONS TITLES- ALMOST LIKE A POEM
Blog Posted:3/31/2016 1:45:00 AM
Lord Byron wrote the following poems, The titles almost read like a poem:
(And I dont think his muse was Sennacherib :))

1. Darkness,
2. Farewell to the muse
3. She walks in beauty,
4. So we'll go no more a-roving,
5. The destruction of Sennacherib,
6. Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
7. Thy days are done,
8. When we two parted

From Shakespeare's Titles- My ending 6 verses...

1. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
2. Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
3. Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor
4. Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
5. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase	
6. Now The Hungry Lion Roars

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Deep Within This Shallow Vessel I Dwell

Deep Within This Shallow Vessel I Dwell

 Loud thunder wakes me, epic pain aches me
 deep within this shallow vessel I dwell.
 Waiting harvest of that blessed fruit tree
 sending gift of glorious heaven or fiery hell.

 No atonement can replace that gift so freely given,
 sacrifice so desperately sweet and dear.
 No measure of good intentions or righteous liven'
 can increase the days, nights and live long year. 

 A comfort of solace wraps me times I need it most
 to bid me to eagerly trod the righteous path.
 Obeying the gentle whispers of the Holy Ghost
 fearing not terrible pains of God's righteous wrath.

 That great light shines casting shadows just to tell,
 one path leads to heaven, the others all go to hell.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-14-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Untitled Sonnet

Untitled Sonnet

I sat lost in deep thought to write today,
memories flooding an old poet's mind.
So little time, so important words to say
hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind!

My muse, she went sailing around the world,
often for me that is a pure delight.
In my tired old mind words are now swirled,
yet my inner spirit longs to fight.

Do I write of past loves and desperate lies,
heartache eating away cold hard stone?
Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies,
that warm this surging heart to the bone!

Ah, too many words invade this weary mind.
Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind.

Robert J. Lindley, written in 91'

Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91..
perhaps placed aside for later editing, however
the older me now boldly says it is ok as is.. 
citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title 
should reflect past and present case..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not



Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not!
(Apropos When Silence Is Betrayal)

To write of peace, love and beauty,
Would be what others think should be
The poets’ only duty;
Albeit, what we write, is like that of the dove;
Peace and love rendered from up high—Soaring
Within the oneness from God above—
Within the winds of truth blowing—
Let us not heed to the silencing ones trying to hold us in check;
Let not need of their approval make us a nervous wreck.
Let us write no lies we’ll later cringe and seek to deny;
Let no one cause us to question truth—asking why;
Let us remember the lamb of truth that chose to die!
Let’s always chose to pen and scream the truth of the heart!
Let’s always remember who chose us to echo words of a new start!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

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Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time

Each Day's Travels Just An Echo Of Time

New dawn and I read that great epic book,
Simple verses of life and its clear tolls.
Reading one can clearly see what it took,
Faith, understanding and setting firm goals.

Seeking anew, a better life sublime,
Listening to words written by a sage.
Each day's travels just an echo of time,
Finding wisdom to live in this dark age!

Walking along a bad path, life's black share, 
Hides a quiet spot that soothes man's sad soul.
If found, it gifts so much and life seems fair,
Sailing forth, life's ship on a gentle roll.

Even in deep waves of wild, stormy seas,
One stands tall, not fallen on bended knees!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-18-2016

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Note - Having looked deep within and then by looking far, far above, my life has found a calm .
A gift, from a greater power that sees all and never abandons..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Well of Memory Calls My Heart And Soul

Well of Memory Calls My Heart And Soul


Well of Memory, sweet love thoughts I treasure 

holding great loves and joys beyond measure. 

Mere moment's thought summons up such delights 

to soothe my lonely spirit on the darkest nights. 



Without those gems, life would be so dead and dry 

much like a calm ocean without a blue sky.

Perish the thought, birth not such a nightmare 

bring not my early death by such a scare! 



Seek in peace, to live to a happy and ripe old age 

vanquish my greatest fears, conquer my epic rage! 

Pray I, travel on while deeply, serenely sleeping 

Be long gone before the heartache and sad weeping.


Longings of heart and mind upon illness and old age.

Imaginations soaring, seeking solace within last page.


Robert J. Lindley, 07-18-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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With Fantastic Shields Made Of Doubt Proof Steel

With Fantastic Shields Made Of Doubt Proof Steel
             (The Turning Point)

In this my heart, I dare steel my resolve,
never again yield to cowardly fear,
change my life and in truth's wisdom evolve
well lighted path that breeds courage so clear.

In my spirit, a new creature shall dwell,
no more night shadows will dare ever haunt,
no more black nights spent fighting gates of hell
no more bloody demons that cut and taunt.

In hope, life begins its journey anew,
with fantastic shields made of doubt proof steel,
resting upon faithful words - bold and true
no longer in my darkness, life is real.

In true faith, this dark world is seen clearly.
In true light, hope is embraced, held dearly.

R.J. Lindley
June 14th, 1979

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Note- Written in my private journal , long ago.
I fell many times after this (demons that sought my destruction not conquered yet)
but eventually faith brought its just rewards--my current life and family..
Granted- I've still a long way to go--(conquering my temper)..
as my very long family bloodline of warriors /fighters are not easily defeated my friends..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Ages ago, what fish might one have dared caught,
with bright rainbow nets and stronger bone hooks.
Adventure found , was such too highly bought
living so wild- rips more than shown in books!

Casting nets to gather more the huge blasts,
nights of love and mornings with deep remorse.
Nothing-not a damn loved thing ever lasts
yet one never knows Fate's wide, hurling course.

And such fine fish, spread in such glowing pools,
each always ripe to be plucked in due time.
Love lost, bitter pain for romantic fools
always searching for new land, better clime.

What of the deeper pools one never finds
saddest regrets, eat old and lonely minds.

 6-09-2016


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams.

Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn
Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words
Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn
Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds.

Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance
Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess
In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance
For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress.

Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss.
Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016

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My answer to Silent One's challenge to write a poem using the ten words below.  

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest 
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal

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Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.

Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.

At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.

Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep

R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975

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Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening 
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016