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The Age of Poet Destroyer

A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years, 
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a decrepit yet dulcet wilderness
Backward capabilities frontal verse, I am her the almighty universe 

Ascending from yesterday's fall, literally and visibly
Swore to be everything you loathe most - a felicity of illusions
You will dream of me, a parasite you can't get rid of
Ripped open by paper and pen, rising to a new destination
A Destroyer begging to be free in search of a tender rhapsody
Blind by mediocre poets who tend a false nebulous star
No longer, will I impart into defeat - give in to trophy trust
The time of age, my allies whom I call my friends 
You are more than words on any God-Given-Day

To those unworthy of me, can march away from my parade 
Crying wolves, backstabbing clones, long gone stones
Each file is forgiven & forgotten, however, still trespassing 
Under a microscope, some remain to be a decade of lost words 
Grazing a forest grown for old news dripping water on my belly

No matter, after starvation, I found my way back to the same horizon
Finding time and space among a new docile nation
A buried treasure finding face among a fresh myriad generation
With anchors up, I'm headed full force, against every secret endorsed

I am the one you should not fear, I relish this wonderful community
I am she mounted above all years worn rising like a newborn sword 
Forged by the earth summon by the pirate's moon political creed
Ascending to a sweet ascension with the best kind of immunity
With paper and pen, I sit to please and prosper my poetry need
To you I leave --- Echoes of snow, numbing you with a poetic soul 

Love The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Texian Macabre Arena

The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
 
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace
A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands
Crawlers, render their lives giving grace
 
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings
Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post
Glorious by numbers, screaming blades
Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost  
Soldiers come in a little close 
Crawling, missing limbs, 
Twisted nightmare with no ending

Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind
Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky

Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on walls, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face

Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin
Distant, before Texas and her annexation, 
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white, deep shallow wells, yet beautiful
He smirks, a grin, an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty, running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin, he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good dame

I sing and tell a tale, a Bastard through the night
His eyes, I waged, I was young and poor, I was saved
Lying down, in the arms of my white knight
My hair he caressed, he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover, he did it well then went back to his wife
A moment so golden, the ages live, his son is born

Another Bastard brought into this world

By: 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Whisky Moment

~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying  gigolos 
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub

I am drunk-- in his eye, 
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness 
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness 

Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne 
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade 
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name 

Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood 
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note 
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not  jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo 
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say

"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"

by: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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9 11

                                    
                                                               
                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013


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Fool of Infinite and Queen of Fate

Fool of Infiniti

A wanton bird pecks at the stars
A Jester peers through crystal bars
This prison of love with rainbow hue
Illusion parts to lets you through

On dragon wings forever free
You quest into your dreams to see
Smoke and mirrors and shadow haze
To guide you through an endless maze

Slow motion tear rolls down her cheek
Its only passion that you seek ?
Engulfed in strange duality.
She wonders her reality

Your eyes still mock her with desire
Your kisses light her inner fire
Your touch can melt her to your will
But you will never take your fill

Black widow spider guards your heart
She spun the web, she keeps it taut
It is your only fatal flaw.
A secret, silent metaphor.

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand the strangest key
To fit the door of What Will Be ?

And when her eyes search yours again
You take her to the spider den
You spin the dreams she hopes to see
And lock your hearts in mystery.

So enter in to lick the flame
Eternal prisoner of the game
Illusion is false imagery
She whispers your Infinity


The Queen of Fate

The Queen of Fate by the outer Gate
Her carriage to Nowhere, will await
Her cloak is wrapped against the night
Her eyes are wide with peculiar fright

Gray horses eyes turn back in fear
With thunderclaps upon her ear
Blue jagged lightning points the way
Along the path to yesterday

Cold, sullen driver cracks his whip
His crooked smile curls round his lip
His horses leap the cruel abyss
Dark Queen of Fate sees none amiss

Above the mist a gate appears
Who will wipe the Gate-man's tears ?
Gray horses strike and paw the air
Fate Queen ascends the carriage stair

And all about her swirl the dreams
The nightmares all with voiceless screams
And in her hand a wondrous key
To lock Enigma's Mystery

Pass through the gate O Queen of Fate
Another carriage will await
Drawn by Steeds of Promises
Illusion Starts and Finishes

Suzanne Delaney
Iambic Tetrameter
Gothic Theme
For Giorgio's Impress Me Iambic Contest

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013


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Nihilist

Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird 
Setting fire to the air 

As dauntless as a hellhag 
Unmoved by love or care 
I can hold up in a cyclone 
Feasting on your fear 

I'm your last hope 
As a laughingstock 
I'm your courage in a dare 
As audacious as a terrorist 
With death-defying hair 

When it's time to play the tragic fool 
I'm as flagrant as a glare 
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair

Written by © Raven Drake




Copyright © Raven Drake | Year Posted 2014


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Fall from Grace A Roundel

Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time

From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo!  A fallen angel  changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.

Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia,  Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them  - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time

Suzanne Delaney

For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013


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I AM AN EAGLE

As father gave the push, my mother whispered, “Fly, my child!”
Resplendent in my feathers, yet was frightened of the wild
unknown for that where I grew up, I had to leave and find
the reason for my wings and claws, and how I can’t be mild. 

The rush of warm wind cushioned me as I took my first flight,
majestic bird who gracefully flew to such soaring heights.
From that day on I fed myself and did my parents proud
for they have taught me not to let the prey escape my sight.

For forty years I roamed the land and soared over the sea,
but then the time had come to make the choice that’s hard for me.
Up on the steepest rocky mount, I went and by my own
removed my brittle beak, talons, and old wings painfully.

Why did I have to go through all the changes and the pain?
Those parts were worn and have become my weakness and my bane.
So now that God has given me another thirty years,
behold me after my rebirth, the eagle soars again! 



*For those who would care to see,this is a 3-min video on the eagle's painful rebirth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXTrWPvP0iQ

Eagles: illumination of spirit, healing, creation, Divine, Spirit (feathers are sacred healing tools)
PICTURE YOURSELF AS A BIRD POETRY CONTEST - 9th Place
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
13 May 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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Honeyed Words

She felt his hands so gently lift her hair
Her fingers trembled on the moistened quill
She knew his lips would graze her shoulder bare 
Her writing she kept up to mask her thrill

He pressed into her back his angel face
as thighs of steel closed in on rounded hips
Her line of thought she could no longer trace,
for she was lost in wonder of his lips

Her sonnet all forgot, her quill fell down
She felt his hands undo the single bow
that loosely held together evening gown
She smiled at wanton ways she’d come to know

With patience born of love he did undress
She leaned back on his chest till she was freed
His hands sought out her breasts with sweet caress
and in their palmed embrace she sensed his need

She stood up to her feet, and she turned round
to face her lover seated on his chair
She drew his face to taste what hands had found,
for well she knew the pleasure he found there

She watched his mouth and tongue dominion claim
A moan from deep within escaped her lips
She felt herself go weak, and he untame
for grip of hands just tightened on her hips

And soon she found herself on bed of love
Enraptured was her body and her mind
With trembling hand she touched his face above
as he plunged to her depths release to find

As morning light tinged sky in pink array,
she slipped out of his arms and sat to write
The honeyed words dripped down without delay
and soaked the page in rhyme of love’s delight

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015


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A Vast And Exploding Night Sky

A Vast And Exploding Night Sky


I dreamt of a vast and exploding night sky
lights by the billions soaring on by
Silence was fast dancing,I know not why
waiting for message as night did fly!

Each breeze flickered the big glowing sight
and thoughts matched the echoes of glee
Love touches waltzed with the beaming light
each caressing the yearning heart in me.

I dreamt of an angel,winging right on down
whispering she sought true deep love
As she fluttered there in her brilliant gown
winged beauty from the Heavens above.

I dreamt of a vast and exploding night sky
lights by the billions soaring on by
Silence was fast dancing,I know not why
waiting for message as night did fly!

No sound,the utter silence danced its tune
So strangely missing,was the smiling moon!


 Robert J. Lindley, 08-17-2015

Note. Shortened version of a much older
poem written back in the mid 70's. I cut
 out 3 stanza's = 12 verses.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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In the Dark Night Sky

In the Dark Night Sky

In the Dark Night Sky, a “Pale Moon” now arises suddenly, 
With clouds of ice sparkling in a frozen-cold ring around it; 
While your bright, rosy-cheeked face appears as a paste-like
Image of a grinning and laughing White Dwarf so happy!
 
A Million-Times-Brighter-Hell-Hot Supernova emerges now, 
With a colossal colored-array of jewels firmly fixed upon the
Trajectory of a brilliant star trailing and exploding its waves,
As it shakes its cosmic dust on all of your light-filled dreams! 

Divinity travels through my veins like warm blood free-flowing;
And as one radiant supercharged beauty kisses God’s very face,
She finds His divine and infinite picture—His view of our Cosmos,  
Where the souls of Mankind seek the final spirit of their being!
 
Wild Moon Dogs howl joyous echoes bouncing into an infinity, 
As they choose to dance to an ancient song of peace and love. 
This is the final message of the pale moon’s image cresting now
Lonely across the Dark Night Sky as it reflects God’s Starlight!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 17, 2015 
(Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015


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The White Stallion Arrives

The White Stallion Arrives


The White horse came in so very fast
with purpose and great deeds to last
Arriving in a spirited tour de force
evil alerted, took notice of course

Sitting upon its huge, stalwart back
knight ready for any vicious attack
Dark forces were quickly sent to meet
the fighters to engage and deadly greet

Stallion knew the lay of the dark land
also the power of the warrior's hand
Racing to meet Evil and deadly foes
with courage only the brave knows

Warrior with sword of truth in hand
slew hundreds in the demon band
The charging stallion knew his job
slay those whose aim was to soul rob

As the enemy lay in forced disarray
the white stallion reared up to bray
A signal he was in tune with his knight
that he knew victory was soon in sight

When the last dark beast met its fate
sun was about to rise and not to late
The knight planted the victory flag
as he slew the last flying demonic hag

As sun and its glow lit the waiting sky
White stallion flew into the bye and bye
Echoes blasted back a victorious sound
promising Hope would always be around

Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015


Note:
New poem , based very loosely upon my poem titled , A Golden Steed Gallops. 
Hope you may enjoy this one....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Betrayed Expectations

Betrayed Expectations 
    (Sonnet) 

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart	
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start 
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.  

Yet there I found only an empty throne	
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.	
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.	
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.
 
Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find  
Nor divine favors for eternal youth. 
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, 
justice for all and no distorted truth.	

At the foot of Olympus I sought love	 
but no compassion came down from above.

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Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the 
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks, my very talented poetic friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Where Now Shines Light and Love

Where Now Shines Light and Love


Far, far, far away rejected darkened hate
now banished into its own gloom.
That black fog that did so dictate
the misery in my lonely room!

Pain, pain, pain was its desired fruit
I, a mere vassal to its decrees.
Finally found was its bitter root
hiding down deep as the seas!

Swift, swift, swift came the decision
to rip out one nasty, evil tree.
With deepest thought and precision
soul ripped the seed from me!

Hope, dearest hope now rests in that hole.
Where now shines love, always a worthy goal!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015

Note- A sonnet to remind me, darkness has a 
seed that grows from within. Cut out the 
seed--light and love comes back in.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Life Saving Rain

Life Saving Rain

Life saving rain, drops splattering about
Indians in drought sought it with a dance.
Falling on tin roof, water from a spout
Every dripping hymn, giving sleeping trance.

Saving crops, the farmers to it give prayers
And seeds awaiting blooming sweet relief.
Vast seas depending upon rain's showers
Inca priests killed for it, in deep belief.

Now we know, rain often heavenly sent
God washes this flower garden he built.
Rain renews, as its dear gifts are soil-spent 
And we blithely pollute it with no guilt.

Indians honored their rain-god with glee
Not ignoring that gift, like you and me!


12-22-2015

Acrostic sonnet, (LIFE SAVING RAIN)
Perfect tens, perfect 100 words, rhyming 
acrostic sonnet.

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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My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

My Love Lives In A Maiden's Fallen Tear

I saw sweet love in maiden's fallen tear
a racing orb of light so very bright.
A love lost, great tragedy so many fear
as small children do darkness of night.

If only to live and not be too late
for the appointed day that I died.
Mend the widening cracks in my plate
careful to  eat my stolen eggs fried.

Should a poet compose for me a monody
I shall rise again just to hear.
For my sweet soul fled my tortured body
but my love lives in a maiden's tear.

Will I ever hear sweet song sung in tune.
Or peacefully sleep beneath crescent moon?

Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2015

Note-Tried to go to sleep,but that wicked muse 
of mine, demanded just one more! And it had to
 be a sonnet!

(1) monody-

Monody | Define Monody at Dictionary.com
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Dictionary.com
a Greek ode sung by a single voice, as in a tragedy;
 lament. 2. a poem in which the poet or speaker laments
 another's death;  3. Music. a style 
of ...
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Monody dictionary definition | monody defined
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pl. -·dies. in ancient Greek literature, an ode sung by a 
single voice, as in a tragedy; lyric solo, generally a 
lament or dirge; a poem in which the poet mourns ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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HIS EPIC POWER

You can see the little corner of light,
back behind the shadowing cloud.
  If man were not so self-centered,
  we would recognize that which is so proud.

  When I see the epic sky above
  the land so stark and alone.
I see the hand of the Lord
Overshadowing all that has been done.

The strength of His hand is there to see
if you will look with both heart and eyes.
  His fingers cover the entire sky
  as we await the rains of His surprise.

  His hand out stretched to cover all the earth
  from horizon to horizon above.
Guarding the world He has made
in His abundant love.

When I see the power of His greatness
in this epic show of His hand.
  I think of the wonders that await
  for us, how they must be so grand.

  I feel sorry for those who do not believe  
  in Him or His Son.
But where would power so great be
had He not said, "Let it be done"!

For in these images that we see
we can feel the strength of a mighty rod.
  More than that in this epic I not only see,
  I feel the hand of God.
   


for: Epic Picture Contest - Picture #2
11/23/15

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015


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A Deep And Saddened Look Back

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

On a very sad sunny day in summer's glory
that tragic ending came to our love story.
Midnight, a night filled with bright, full moon
misery blasted me that hot day in June!

Your phone call put me into epic shock
your hammer had just cracked my rock.
A darkened cloud descended over my life
WORST PAIN EVER- loss of my dear wife!

So sad.You cared not as you walked away
leaving me with loving words yet to say.
And destroyed was all our future plans
as you sought lust with your lusting fans!

As I look back and now see that event
soul tells me it was truly heaven sent.
Life has a plan to send us another way
ignoring sad pleas and what we may say!

Decades have now shown me wisdom galore
revealing life then became so much more.
Yet heart and soul may still remember you
sad years passed, still you have no clue!

There was that sweet family we never had
and our love lost forever, tis' so very sad.
Children, never born to grace our halls
YOU NEVER HEARING YEARS OF MY CALLS!

******  *******  , 12-15-2015

Written for Silent One's , Walking Away contest. 
Based upon a sad event in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Day Goddess at Night

Day Goddess at Night
  (a collaboration)

Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.

Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.

Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!

Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.

Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure

Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?

Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:

They've come to patron her lovely, 
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure

Robert J. Lindley & Keith O.J. Hunt, 
12-19-2015

Note: Keith , thanks for gifting me, the pleasure and honor of 
penning verses with you. Your poems and magnificent classic style 
verses always speak to me and have often given me inspiring thoughts
 my good friend.
Any time.. Thanks...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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HAPPINESS ACROSTIC

HAPPINESS ACROSTIC

H er gentle touch soothed his broken spirit
A nd he knew his heart was forever enslaved
P oetry she sang sweetly, he could hear it 
P romised their names in stone to be engraved
I n her songs the words healed and enhanced
N ew feelings just begging to be released
E very year, each other they deeply romanced
S avoring love, every touch and kiss increased
S o when that promise came neither feared it

Contest: Happiness acrostic
Sponsor John Hamilton

12-15-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | 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.

Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	124

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016