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Tell Me a Sweet Lie

Tell me I'm the one, the love of your life.
It's not my fault you won't become my wife
I'll look in your eyes as I dream my dreams.
We can both pretend, it's not what it seems.

I know there's another who holds your heart.
I can't stand that it's ripping mine apart.
So I will take this, just one more night.
Hold me and rock me, till the morning light.

My pain is to great, please whisper sweet lies.
My brain knows what my Heart can't realize.
I'll give you freedom, please let me pretend.
I am not ready, for this love to end.

Tomorrow walk away, that is your chance
I will survive, if you give me one glance


Sonnet on an intimate relationship.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012

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The Missing

She looks around the room with worried eyes. So many things are missing. What became of all her pretty clothes? With great surprise she notices her dresser’s not the same. The fancy music box that held her pearls is missing too from where it used to sit beside the picture of her precious girls there on the dresser. What became of it? She hears her husband walking toward the room and cries out as she sees him on the stair. He lies down on their bed. She feels his gloom, and then she knows. . . . He cannot see her there! She lingers, helpless, knowing she must go, yet hears him sob, “My love, I miss you so.” Written for Susan Burch's "Missing" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 N/A
Total # Words:	105

Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.

Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast,
armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies.
If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast,
of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies.

Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures,
one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts.
Sacrifices offered in painful measures,
one may win the prize but others think us nuts!

Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse.
Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016

Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11).

Syllables Per Line:	
11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11
Total # Syllables:	154
Total # Lines:	14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	111

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust.

I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand
bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet.
Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands
as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat.

My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game,
cherishing each hour my evil desires are met.
Men have called me many great and dastardly names
paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet.

So few can resist my alluring and dark charms
As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms.

R.J. Lindley,
July 25th 1977

Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 169
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 134
(edited today before posting to meet uniform 12 syllable verse count)

Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977...
Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood raced through my veins
wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow.
In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains'
never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know..


New Note--
A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Stark Endings on an Autumn Wind

Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.

They leap and land at such a cost,
far flung debris- refulgence lost.
They shrivel brown, dark fibers done,
decay beneath the wayward sun.

Their shredded shells in supine piles,
small hells ignite by human wiles.
Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh,
soar off to smear the flannel sky.

Green progeny will take their turn.
One chance to live is what they earn.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2009

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Return to Wagon Wheel

The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.

And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.

But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.

Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.


For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2007

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Ashes and Flowers of White

The ocean softly laps the boat
as I watch the setting sun.
I drop the flowers and watch them float,
relieved this day is done.

Ashes are scattered in the sea
followed by flowers of white.
I watch an eagle soaring free,
flying into the night.

Tears slip silently from my eyes
as the waves gently lap the boat.
I turn back home in darkening skies
while the flowers and ashes float.

Alone, I head the boat to shore.
My heart, bereft, forevermore.



04/07/2012


Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2012

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Death of a Flower

Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  The undertaker's men stood grave and bier;
And brave stoic death fills the living hour
  For ever more a day, a week, a year...
Where bathed in shafts of exalted light toll
  The bells of Mass and vigil in Greenhithe,
When in bound clay an immovable dole
  Grimly hung the shadows in hood and scythe;
Yet I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
  And hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
What sting its pierce to a full end of days
  That dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
Withered is the bud and brief flower shed,
Yet for a time its beauty shone outspread.

                   

                     July 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

I ate from your welcoming glitter plate
touches easing my restless soul.
Desperate, in love praying, not too late
never saw two eyes black as coal.

There were sweet drugs in your soft words
and dancing steps in your walk.
I flew with you, flew with soaring birds
heaven closer each time we talk.

Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame
as friends point out how you used.
Seeing contempt at how you played the game
that left me so miserable and bruised.

Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still.
Force myself, to lock it there against my will!

Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015

Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that
love brings. 
Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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Amongst the Dross

Starring into the dross of amber brew
no face see I reflected, simply hollow I.
The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare,
nor one of bounty, yet what is true?
With drink, I dredge the pain of life anew
and wallow in the grain of cheaper wares, 
degrade myself and blame fate, for my strife,
ignoring all God's gift, so loud I cry, 
as salted tears stain trails of my despair.
If only, I had been a better wife
I'd not be sitting here. 



Form: Curtal Sonnet [A precurser to the Italian Sonnet]
abcabcdbcd c [10 1/2 lines]

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Fading Memory, Remembered But Soon Will Be Gone

Fading Memory, Remembered But Soon Gone

Where once your eyes saw my saddest light
Where once your heart begged for my kiss 
Where once you loved me deeply at night
All of that and much more I dearly miss.

Your love you gave so very well for a time
Your touch, you were so generous and free
Your laughter when I would repeat my rhyme
Your request for another poem about a tree.

All of that and so much more I dearly miss
Now time has taken you from my soft touch
Now time denies me your memories, my bliss
Now time sets to justly punish me this much.

I fall into this deep, dark and massive abyss
Where I shall forget all of our secret trysts!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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When An Angry Sky Cries Out

When Angry Sky Cries Out

The sky was angry, in its sad, blue heart
For loss: Dark blight covering down below.
The two, joined yet now much farther apart
Its hurting heart began casting forth snow.

Its loud thunder was not then to be found
yet angry pain filled unrelenting clouds.
Below it saw destruction all around
blighted land, so sadly weeping in shrouds.

And that mountain touching its glowing soul
had recently cried out in flowing streams.
Polluted and huge dust winds black as coal
blasted, tarnishing its bright crimson dreams!

Falling snow gave a most beautiful white.
Brief covering of epic, man-made blight!

Robert J. Lindley, 12-22-2015

Note: Sonnet , perfect 100 word count
with-
Syllables Per Line:	
-10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Earth, Fire And Melted Stone

Earth, Fire And Melted Stone

Before this earth's life ever came to be
space held earth, fire, red-hot melting stone.
Only later came the covering seas.
Still, with no growing life earth was alone.

After man appeared, great changes were brought
destruction began on a massive scale.
Now we can see the trap which we are caught
it damn sure looks like a dark piece of hell.

Could man ever find truth and thus refrain?
Will man's greed then truly be satisfied?
Always his power mad lusts this earth stain
in his black heart thinks he is deified.

Earth, fire, melted stone can not withstand
much more destroying this beautiful land.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2016

Sonnet on Destruction of too much of our forests, rivers, lakes and streams.
We must use those treasures wisely and not destroy that which it took many, many thousands of years for Nature to create.

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)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 106

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Never Again Will I Dare Lose

Never Again Will I Dare Lose
       (Triolet sonnet)

The last day your heart was all mine
Your kiss sent me into a spin
That memory sent me to choose
Another path to make you mine
And again our love never lose 
Playing this game to always win
Join only your sweet heart with mine
This lovely dream has no tail-spin
Never again will I dare lose
Your hand softly resting in mine
United we are doing fine
Our hot love is not ever sin
It is sweetest proof you are mine
And never lost to other men

Robert J. Lindley, 10-20-2015

Syllables Per Line:	8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables:	112
Total # Lines:	14  (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words:	89

Triolet sonnet-
The rhyme pattern becomes: A. B. a. A. a. b. A. B. a. A. a. b. A. B.?It would work with the A & B
lines being completely repeated or just a phrase or just the rhyme word repeated. The a and b are
of course just standard rhyme. There is no set syllable count, although eight syllables is common 
with most of the French forms.

My promised effort to Peter Duggan using this form.
Given after reading his fine poem- "First few days of spring"  written in this sonnet form.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss

Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss

With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss,
yet within heaven they shall eternally dwell.

Their earthly fears behind them, gone is any gloom,
living in paradise above their earthly tomb,
each will find heaven's serenity sweetly calls;
magnificent the mansions, golden are  their walls,
no longer worrying of Fate's impending doom.

With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2016

Sonnet in 12 syllable verses, 
with perfect 110 word count...


Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	16  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	110

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures

By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures

Pain and sorrow I need never borrow,
for Fate too often looks darkly my way.
I live today, knowing worse tomorrow,
may find me enduring a dreaded day.

Sun may rise but my lot crashes deeper,
as calamity grabs at my hurt soul.
If worse, I just may become a weeper,
and blackness reap its darkest, scary toll.

Pain and sorrow, I need no such bad friends.
This life may yet bring me far more treasures,
with sweet fruitful years before it dare ends.
By this hope, my spirit often measures!

Sun may rise, granting me sunshine so sweet,
my heart sings out in joy, not in defeat!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15 2016

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)
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Total # Words:	108

Note: Back half of our home flooded Friday, from ten inches of rain in less that a day.
Four days of ripping out , cleaning and now drying.
No use in crying.
So I write a sonnet to mark this day and a better future that my life may find.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Crown Of Sonnet Marionette To Misery Part One

MARIONETTE TO MISERY part one

Sonnet One

Is this a story worth the black of ink?
The write of rhyme and time, confessions true.
I held on sane until I broke the blink,
I gave my life; I give it now to you.

I was so ordinary once before,
I wanted nothing more, silence of one.
Comfort I cradled while alone adore,
My show, the one I know, a done rerun.

A plain refrain, I shied in solitude.
Confrontations embraced by closing doors
I gave it nothing, finding nothing rude.
The skies despise me, when it rains it pours.

The storms do warn the clouds to disembark,
I wonder where I would be, damn the dark.

Sonnet Two

I wonder where I would be, damn the dark.
I lost the light along the way, I’m lost.
My mental state relates a question mark.
I buy my beauty knowing what it costs.

I must be changed; I fear the years to come.
Affording life is hard, I need a hand.
No family, I see my future numb,
It’s time to bend my heart and take a stand.

The scales are aged on years of twenty-four.
A wrinkle sighs on eyes of hardened steel.
I know inside I hide the wanting more,
Oh, can I change, I need a hand to heal.

A thought of love reveals in wants, I sink,
I fall against the grain, the thoughts I think.

Sonnet Three

I fall against the grain, the thoughts I think.
It’s all I could do, get on with my life.
I give myself a get’em girly wink,
I would be free, completely good, a wife.

So many mouths, I’m kissing frogs for fun.
My self restrictions done, I’m out to fly.
Explore detours until I find the one,
I’m smoking, drinking, getting high as sky.

My shame, it has a place I often dwell.
I changed so well, I could not tell my mind.
I trapped myself by wealth, a living hell.
Answers I sought, future I have to find.

I owned the sight so long, I’ve paid the dark.
Tonight, I crave the light, I search for spark.

Sonnet Four

Tonight, I crave the light, I search for spark.
A foolish brave, I rave against the raven.
Be black as shadows, drift away my dark,
Comfort me Master, ready, set, begin.

He licks my wounds and writes my new novel.
I fall on knees, I please, he wants more.
I give and live, he teaches show and tell.
He takes me places never gone before.

He sets a fire to ashes, watch me burn.
My Master faster captures strong my flame.
He gives me choice, a voice, a life to learn.
A chance to dance, he asks I give my name.

I’m named as Lady to Master Sir, I wed.
Sober sunshine, it comes to wake the dead.

Sonnet Five

Sober sunshine, it comes to wake the dead.
I hide the past in casts of stone, reborn.
My happiness is thriving, lover’s bed.
Enchanted knight and lightly unicorn.

We played the games of fame, a shine on scene.
The shooting stars on skies of night we flew.
I never knew the true, he could be mean,
Oh, what the Lady Red was going through.

My whole relationship displayed online
For eyes and ears witnessed my highs and lows.
I wanted fame but shame became a mine
Erupting shows exploding blow by blows.
I raise my glass and cheers against his ale,
A toast to trying, with all else, I fail.

Sonnet Six

A toast to trying, with all else, I fail.
We crumble with a pocket full of cash.
A steady drip on rivers setting sail.
To that interest we smothered down to ash.

He talked of fatherhood, he wanted sons.
I fear anxiety of family.
He told me please to give him just a one,
Depressed I rest in dark, it follows me.

A nightly haunt, it taunts me, widow’s tomb,
It wants my doom, my gloom, I hate the dream.
My hope is broke, I soak in sours womb.
No, nothing good, I should refuse to scream.

I wet in sweat the sheets upon my bed.
The pounding rages deep inside my head.

Sonnet Seven

The pounding rages deep inside my head.
I give the Master what he wants, a child.
The tears I cry, I lie in wasted bed.
I’m fed my pills to keep emotions mild.

My tummy grows, I feel the kick inside.
I want my motherhood to shine, I glow.
I count my blessings, life can please the tried.
It can be good, it will be good, I know.

But when the test arrives, the ultra sound,
Female result, my Master shouts disgust.
He begs abortion when no one’s around.
He thinks he owed a male, he thoughts are just.

I fight against his fists, I wail, I fail.
I live by threads and live to tell the tale.

Sonnet Eight

I live by threads and live to tell the tale.
He changed, a monster, blames me, damns my sight.
A living hell, I try to leave, I fail.
Intoxicated, he’s ready to fight.

My fault, I feel the failure blur my bite,
As teeth I clench so tight I feel the verb.
He strikes my story making ink tonight
On sheets I scream silence I must disturb.

My stitches sown, he says he’s sorry, lies.
Torment my mouth, it twitches, itches, bleeds.
I swallow words; I heard enough, he tries
I’m hiding bruises, space is what he needs.

My hands are cold, anger inside, I shake.
But death can take the grave mistakes I make.

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2016

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I Cried For My Father's Death

I Cried For My Father's Death


I cried for my father's death then
but never for my own cutting pain,
That was not understood back when,
I felt my life had nothing to gain.

Life taught me few things are fair,
misery and pain follow every gift,
Although young with full head of hair
life gave nothing to spirit uplift.

Often in awe of power of the storm,
we forget the  damage such inflicts.
Such folly too often is the norm,
sadly man's Nature allows such tricks.

Time onward flows, as old wounds it heals
Life does reward those,loving heart steals!

R.J. Lindley

May 9th, 1985

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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The things that we value

The things that we value are lost in time
and only preserved in one's memory.
It's useless to try to capture in rhyme
as all else is changing ceremony.
I remember what it once meant to meet
or welcome a loved one at the airport.
Time spent waiting for a daughter was sweet.
Moments of recognition at the port
door was worth all the traffic to get there.
In this world terror and security
are acceptable so we must beware
and lose all the small forms of dignity
we valued a moment ago. Truth is
not war's casualty, humanity is.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

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Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords

Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords
  
Saddened with their agony and deep pain,
the black of nights slowly passed on away:
Purple hearts can never ever explain,
war's dark, needless battle deaths anyway!

Dear sweet memories soothe a wounded mind
thus bringing much needed relief to bear.
Twilight's brings on another sad hurt kind,
stripping shattered souls so completely bare.

Darkness and misery grinds the brave stone,
where hope hides in such strange shadowy fjords.
Lives wasted, brave people forever gone,
cut down by deeds of history's warlords!

Heaven will judge right those souls forced to die!
Hell will burn warlords, we need not ask why?

Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2015

Sonnet: Perfect tens
100 words.. 

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Words:	100

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane

Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane


Time has passed, colors are on the wane,
Saddened smiles are dancing once again.
Youthful perfect days are now deceased,
Into dark midnights, aged and released.
Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine,
And cut softly into this heart of mine.

Like sad whimpers from a crying child,
Forever - Lost beauty, fading in the wild,
Or heartache pain refusing to mend,
Punishing dear life at its fading end.
The pity! Such splendid days never last,
As we endure yet more anguish from the past
For we need the end to hold all the more
Love and joy to even out sadder days of yore!

R.J. and Robert J. Lindley- a collaboration.

Note- This old sonnet , found late last night has 
been about halfway re-written and retitled this morn. 
Thus its the old me from 1975 and the much, much older me
from, November 2015. As such its a collaboration.....
Don't blame me, my muse insists!!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Devoid of love

"My dear, do you love me?" No, I think not.
A loving foundation is based on trust.
I lost that trust that ties true lovers' knots.
Without it, all love dies and turns to dust.
My heart's been broken many times before
Each love I lost left me uncertainty.
Love doesn't live within me anymore
This I say to you with all certainty.
Love is like snow, beautiful while it lasts
But comes a time it thaws and disappears.
And what remains are traces of the past:
The painful heartaches, lonely nights and tears.
Ask not again of me, do you love me?
Love has died leaving painful memories.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red

Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red


Ancient garden, roses no longer water fed
graves nearby, tombs of the ancient dead
Sky still glows with sunset hues of red
yet barren rests garden's deserted bed

Wind moans as it flies in the night-sky
one can hear the saddest cry
Across the way, ghosts of lost youths lie
war costs, the blood of youth by and by

Where flowers once spoke beauty reigned
now old grow memories of the pain
Small fence separates area where none remain
blotches of earth with tombstones stained

Overlooking hill, there rests a mighty red oak
shadows pass it by, yet none ever spoke

Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2016

Note- Sonnet just came to me and demanded to be written..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams


    Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
    where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
    Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
    your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
    No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
    no solace in showing past pain in new light
    Was too late once you took on the bad seed
    turning once bright day into darkest night

    What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
    morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
    In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
    took years to recover from that surprise.

    Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
    My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Sept 12th 1976

    Sonnet, 11 on 10....

    Poem Syllable Counter Results
    Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 10 10 0 11 11
    Total # Syllables: 148
    Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
    Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
    Total # Words: 116

    New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
    I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016

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)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 114

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016