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Leaf

Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full of life
Now succumbs to the pruning knife
Staring up at the wilted rose
Another season comes to close

Looking for memories of this day
Not forgetting her fun filled stay
Lying amongst the rocks and sticks
I'm the one the little girl picks

Hurries home with the one she took
Placing it in her poetry book



8/05/2014

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Yesterday's Joys

The Old Refrain

Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.

But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.

And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Pick a Title: Yesterday’s Joys
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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A Penny For Your Thoughts

“The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in
It are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is
Wrought the giver’s loving thought.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Dear Treasure Chest

Invaluable is tender love’s domain,
that ruby red that lies beneath the breast.
But just as precious is the treasure chest
which houses our intelligence - the brain.
With memories exquisite to retain,
this coffer is the one that serves us best.
And likely we’ll not know how well we’re blessed
till luster of our keepsakes starts to wane.
The ruby oft is lost; we pay a toll.
Yet time and time again, that gem we find.
Not so within the storehouse of our soul
when strands of fond remembrances unwind.
Dear treasure chest of which we’ve no control,
what good the heart when pearls fade from the mind?

For the contest of Sara Kendrick


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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A Penny For Your Thoughts

"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories" Author unknown _____________________ Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart, In my darkest hours friends have held me close; Although in time we may be miles and miles apart They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose. All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams, And with my dripping pen I create my poetry; With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes, Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be. Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet, In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees; I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat, Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze. And through the years I have learned life is deep, Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep. ______________________________ March 14, 2015 Sonnet For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick Theme - Deep thoughts Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits.
Memories found false, one rarely forgets.


Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold 
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Castle On The Hill


Castle On The Hill

Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
there stood a lovely 'castle', tall and white
and built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. 
So charming was the winding stairs that flared
'neath grand cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens shared
a rippling stony brook, bubbly and clear.

This 'castle' on the hill from long ago
became a fairytale...no more to see.
Now only precious thoughts that come and go
can bring to life my fading memory.

My childhood 'castle' on the hill now gone...
our home torn down to build a bridge upon.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Castle On the Hill
Sponsor: Nayda Evette Negron
Judged: 04/27/2016


Note: 
      This was my childhood home. It was an old Victorian 
      style house that seemed like a 'castle' to me.
      New York State claimed our home via eminent domain and 
      purchased it in 1960 to build the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge
      over the Hudson River to connect the two cities, and it
      opened in 1963. 

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Hobo Walking Past Our House

Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those queer little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.

A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.

Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976

Note: Edited recently to meet the eleven syllable verse uniformly.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams

Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.

There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!

As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!

I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015

Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.

(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/slumbrous

slumberous ('sl?mb?r?s ; -br?s)  or or slumbrous ('sl?mbr?s) 
Definitions
adjective  (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Memories of good old days

Memories of good old days


When memories give you tears, 
you sit, there is nowhere to go,
and you have the worst of fears,
Can you ever retain your glow ?

Those nostalgic evening walks,
drives in the dark that made crazy,
stuck in mind like stubborn plaques,
Can those pictures ever go hazy ?

Engraved in marble you can't erase,
Successive thoughts bound to depress,
Echoing in ears stays every phrase,
Alive are memories you must confess,

Emotions flow with good old memories,
as souls dance serene in mind galleries!




Written October 28th, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Entered for contest 'Whatever' by PD A on Oct 29th

Awarded 10th place

Now for contest "Any old poem#8" by SKAT A



Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014

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In Loving Memory of Lucilla Carillo

My lovely Lucy, you’re no longer here
He called your name; you left without a fear
Your heart was tired and more so your soul 
God let you rest for soon he’d make you whole

There is sadness deep inside my heart
To know that in our group you’ll have no part
I’ll look for you by name, but I won’t find
That face that was so loving, sweet and kind

I don’t blame God, for He knows what is best
You were His loved one, so he gave you rest
A woman of great faith, you had no doubt
You wrote of Him and all that life's about

I’ll miss your poems, and your friendship, too
One day we’re sure to meet in earth made new


Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.

I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 18








Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Ardour's Cloth

When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.

Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.

The tears can't quell the heat or halt the pain.
They fall to feed the weeds of sprouting dread
And drench the heart with beads of acid rain.

But rest assured that time will smooth and spread
The memories into the shrouded past
And stitch the lesions with a healing thread.

The day will come when joy will blink awake
To leach the sorrow from that phantom ache.


For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet" contest

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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Bagpipe Memories

I can hear them in the distance when the air is bright and clear They bring back bitter memories of a long ago yesteryear The whining of the pipes I can remember well, As they set the cadence for the men, who marched into pure hell. They were preceded by their banner - A Royal Scot Brigade – These tartan clad musicians were never known to fade. They always kept on playing as to battle they did go; The weather did not matter - blazing sand or bitter snow. When heroes of the clan are called and laid to rest, A single piper can be heard filling a last request. The one, who paid the piper, in our hearts, will ever be – His place will forever be a part of bagpipe memories. The whining still is heard and the wars continue on And will be with us forever until the pipes are done. Written by John Posey 12/22/14

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2015

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Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those Glory Days, Long Gone


Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops

Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds

Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found

Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014


Poem Syllable Counter Results

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Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  100 

Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
 per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to 
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor 
correct only three lines..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Alone with his memories


Alone with his memories
 


He sits and wonders all alone, thinking
where has his life gone, not fun being old.
Had many friends with whom he sat drinking
boasting of love many secrets were told

Some who like himself can no longer walk
Need someone to push him when they have time
To sit on this bench, reminisce their thought
 a wheelchair replaces these legs of mine 

I wonder what is going through his mind
The laughter of friendship, honest and true
Putting the world to right, helped them unwind
A Penny for your  thoughts, please share them, do


So raise those eyes, look to the skies above
Smile at your friends, who are watching with love

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2015

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Birds Sing To Morning Sun Shining Today

Birds Sing To Morning Sun Shining Today

Listening to birds sing to the morn sun,
brightens my day in magnificent ways.
Spring and its fine songs can not be outdone,
I rush to meet it with no long delays.

In the distance, that great bright ball rises,
bringing in warm and early cheerful rays.
Each morn in turn presents new surprises,
with fish flopping in the deep wooded bays.

Views into Nature's beauty unsurpassed,
are as sweet as grapes growing on the vine.
Giving blessings for life often harassed,
one can see its origins are divine.

Birds sing to morning sun shining today,
entice this lad to race outside to play.

R.J. Lindley
April 11th, 1970


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Note(old)- Today I skipped school, going fishing 
after breakfast. Hope those babies are biting good,
cause this country boy is hungry.

New NOTE: Tis great to read this but my memory
loss does not allow me any memory of that day
or my ever writing this at age 16 years, one month 
and six days..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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This Old Castle

This Old Castle

This old castle, groans under the bright sky
stones weeping from blood soaked in long ago.
Granite walls and invaders to deny,
forced entry or even  catapult throw!

This old castle, dark nights music creeps out
sad songs tell of blood and decaying bones.
Many say ghosts scream and float all about
whispered curses in agonized low tones!

This old castle, fortress to protect  life
boiling oil poured on attackers below.
Death, sad pain washed in misery and strife
war the worst kind of dark and bloody show!

Old castle quietly guards its sad tales.
Yet often, one hears those sad midnight wails.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2015

Form: Sonnet

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear

Where I Rest My Tired Soul And Dream With No Fear


Cool flowing brook, clear water up to my knees
This day, vacation into mother Nature's lair
Wading in, beautiful stream wrapped in trees
This morning's softest  breeze, blowing my hair.

A step on back, into this my favorite wild woods
Enjoying life, pleasures in such gentle things
Wandering and admiring, all of Nature's goods
Each moment embracing, treasures the forest brings!

Beautiful vista begging me to shade and rest
Soft green, flowers telling me, lay right here
This fine comfy bed, part of Nature's best
Where I rest my tired Soul and dream with no fear!

My Soul begging me, never to dare ever miss.
Mother Nature's sweet embrace, a kiss like this!

R. J. Lindley
June 14th, 1981

Note- Another poem from my private journal.
While looking for a poem on darkness and death there 
I found this one and thought, just present this sonnet.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Memories of a Man

I cannot brush away tiny grains of sand
as the waves can reclaim them for the sea,
nor sweep clean my memories of a man,
as if love we had was not meant to be.

A mystery it is to those who are
questioning the moon for ruling the tide.
After years of passion, now a tug of war.
His spoils of battle are tears I can't hide.

In weak moments, I drift in reveries
of walks on this beach, of holding his hand,
time spent in laughter;  loving memories.
He threw us away, I don't understand.

Footsteps leave prints, washed out by ebb and flow.
I cry in vain, caught in love's undertow.

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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Lost, At A Most High Cost

Lost, At A Most High Cost	

I will not become that image in your head
Nor will I seek to change sincere heart in me.
Alas! Not even if I find you are dead,
and my heart's repentance was your last sad plea!

You never knew the spirit within this man,
one that refused to damage his soul for thee.
Nay! You dare to ask more that I ever can,
give up and yet still live a life that is free!

We last spoke, you asked even more of my soul.
Your hateful words rang like a loud clanging bell.
True! They cut deeply and took a heavy toll.
Yet my refusal saved me from living hell.

You casted away our deep joy and sweet dreams.
I paid that price, rejecting your selfish schemes!

R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976

Note: Old poem edited to meet eleven syllable count
as meeting the ten syllable count was just too
restrictive for my tastes..

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets

Are You Still Cursing Sweet Red Sunsets

Are you still lurking, in sad corners of many minds
taunting them with your charms;
wrapping their lonely hearts into deep dark binds
while desperately laughing at deserted farms?

Are you still cursing sweet red sunsets
with salty voice and fast fleeing jabs;
shouting into blowing winds filled with jets
and still practicing with sharp dagger stabs?

Do you still chase fantastic shadow dancers
across those wide and deadly dark fields,
summoning up friendly demon prancers
clashing in battle with swords and bloody shields?

Yes! Your evil life has been all misery and sad woes
worn shoes with no heels and cut out toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2016

Note --Re-worked a very old sunset poem today.
With hindsight I asked different questions of that past ghost.
Answers were echoed back in laughs, sneers and wicked little snickers.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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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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Bluest Of Blues While Looking Back

Bluest Of Blues While Looking Back

All my victories have been shallow stains
shadow lights bent by use of greater force.
Time that culprit, shows just decayed remains
of white bone set upon a stone-cut course!

Looming so large once were joys in pleasures
now enhanced by a vain mind's need to gloat.
Truth is life was ruled by twisted measures
me sailing this cold world in leaky boat!

Sad thoughts, my poor soul now has so many
each one holding dark, miserable keys.
Life's real sweet treasures I haven't any
except days fishing under shady trees!

Decades have culminated in this thought.
Fishing for nothing and nothing I caught.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Ancient Tree, How Inspiring It Be

Ancient Tree, How Inspiring It Be


The old tree stood beaten, weathered- Alone
were bent and twisting limbs ablowin'.
Within storm's deepest fury its majesty shown
deep was its great endurance ashowin'.

Burnt and so gnarly around its massive base
new sprouts growing from its seeds.
Beautiful widespread canopy was its face
flying like the manes on racing steeds!

With large broken limb hanging across another
huge awesome image it presented so- Epic
So easily viewed with love as if from a mother
gold poetry sung by this ancient relic!

That old tree hurt, in pain and- Enduring.
Gave solace for mankind's hope so- Assuring!

R.J. Lindley
March 22nd, 1970

Note- From my private journal. I was 16 then and 
was too see that tree cut down a few months later!
Thats when I knew, man was basically ignorant and
heedless of Nature's beauty, necessity and great
dependence upon trees! I have never forgotten 
that hard learned lesson. 
My favorite tree, in ignorance destroyed to gain
a few more feet to plant cotton! To plant cotton!
That can be be grown by the billions with such ease
in one season but suddenly more important than a
hundred and fifty year old tree!
This is my oldest surviving poem from my youth.
Presented as was written--no editing.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Nature And The White Speckled Fawn

Nature And The White Speckled Fawn

White speckled fawn lying in the dense reeds,
Nature takes greatest care of its own best.
Unlike man and his vicious wicked deeds,
Nature holds life with results not requests.

Baby hummingbird, so fragile and small,
hidden in a well made and clever nest.
Speed and beauty in flight as I recall
so unlike the flies that this earth infest.

Cute pups, barking for much more mother's milk
spotted light red, white and darkest of browns.
So lovely, soft like the best flowing silk,
bringing sweet happy smiles, never sad frowns.

Nature shares with us all, giving each birth.
Yet humans often overlook their true worth!

R.J. Lindley
March 14th, 1994

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Note- Written for my daughter KaShaundra in 1994, age 5, when she asked, "Daddy will you write me a Bambi poem"?...
From my private writes--just decided to share today. 

now she is grown and married with two beautiful sons Caleb and Ty...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Why, O' Why Cry Out

Why, O' Why Cry Out


Like a blind fool, my life is in such tatters
Why cry out? Would it help such sad matters?
Friends declare their sweet sorrow for me
Am I not still a healthy, spreading bold tree?

My roots run deep and in a most fertile soil
for love and life I heartily sweat and toil
What more of me? Does another think my chore
I too, hold my heart- out, wanting much more!

No longer do I pray to a vanished, broken God
father loved me but never , never spared the rod!
Solitude in old, deep forests I so dearly seek
wisdom into Heaven- just a wee, wee little peek.

Can life give me more to hold most blessedly dear?
Greater heart to love, greater courage not to fear!

R.J. Lindley
March 26th 1980

Note. Old sonnet from my private journals.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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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Within A Dream, I Love You, Was Heard

Within A Dream, I Love You, Was Heard

Of short duration, joy in our loving dreams
Of Lust and Love-  Both fuel deeper desires
With Loss, wading behind in the flowing streams
And Longing- flaming in its own Fires.
Yet when fine and fair weather holds its sway
We sing and dance never seeming to tire
And upon that sweet beach in Heavenly Bay
Nothing can make us think of future rage and ire.

Wanting to be that permanent snow far up top
And a mountain in its great majestic power.
Our Love swears that nothing, can ever it stop
Until doom, doom dares to invade its bower.

Once upon that sweet beach, in heavenly bay.
I heard her, "I love you", so tenderly say!

R.J. Lindley,
Spring 1972

(1.) "bow·er"
'bou(?)r/
noun
1.
a pleasant shady place under trees or climbing plants in a garden or wood.
synonyms:	arbor, pergola, grotto, alcove, sanctuary; gazebo
"a rose-scented bower"

Note- This one, was a golden angel that in 
my foolish youth I messed up!
Yet life had so much more in store , for living
is about mistakes, learning and surviving.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Five Words - The Story Teller


The Story Teller

She's happy in the winter of her years,
near ninety-five, but still so keen of mind.
Imagination is her gift that cheers
the visitors that come and are inclined
to stay a while and listen to her spin
her stories.  As an author, she once wrote
of kings and queens, the rulers they had been,
alive still in her memory to quote.

Forgotten soul she is; no next of kin
now left to visit her for quite a while.
But in that nursing home, she draws them in
with those great tales, she offers with a smile.

If only winter years for all could be
so happy with the gift of memory.


Sandra M. Haight

~12th Place~
Contest: The Five Word Challenge
Sponsor: Timothy Hicks
Judged: 06/09/2016

Below are my five Best Poems listed on PS, and the 
longest words are capitalized. The capitalized words 
were used in my poem.

We RULERS of the Earth
The GIFT of Time
IMAGINATION
WINTER
FORGOTTEN Soul

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016