Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.21.248.226
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen from above

O' slave of perishable earth
where flees thy precious time
Thy days toil, pitiful its worth
living such sad curse a crime

O' fool of hottest desires
where flows thy craving lusts
Thy heart, consumed by its fires
as truth confesses life unjust

O' gambler of life's all
where slips thy evil blade
Thy voice, its wicked call
in arrogance, its treasures made

O' wastrel of blessed hours
where leaps thy sordid bones
Thy hope but black-rain showers
ringing out as evil tones

O' death of this sad life
where lays thy weary hand
Thy sting, its stab a sharp knife
its final release oft grand

Robert J. Lindley, 
Started 11-03-2018 completed 2-24-2019
Rhyme, ( Life and Its Many Mysteries )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

II.

Beyond The Farmyard, Huge Bright Green Pastures Loom

I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered,
there is warmth in this old barn and its deep stalls
this place fine, inside comforting cypress walls.

Here the wood has some splinters, the floor some straw
opened each end, from morn's fresh clean air I draw,
breath that sustains me, giving praise that I thrive 
love in this world, makes me glad to be alive.

Beyond the farmyard, huge bright-green pastures loom
my being sent there, I think is not my doom,
for cool breeze blows and glowing sun shines my way
no worries, so glorious is each new day.

I have not gone on, I have merely faltered
this old horse yet refuses to be haltered.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2018 completed 3-09-2019
Sonnet (11/11), ( As both man and horse both speak)
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

III.

Slowly, The Ebb Of Time's Washing Tides Subside

The cold granite watches my well worn path
Its invisible eyes seeking much more
Than man's darkest pride and ever vengeful wrath
That damns high rolling seas and cold rocky shore.

The beating sun soon births its seething heat
While my mind seeks much more in this foray
I staggered too far for a silent retreat
Cast too many spears to ask for a delay.

The night finds sore feet still trudging forward
Carrying now a vagabond, a fool
Ever the fruitless search yet ever onward
Life's hardest lessons come from pain's toughest school.

Slowly, the ebb of time's washing tides subside
And darkness truly fell, as this soul then died.

Robert J. Lindley, started 11- 09-2018 completed 3- 01-2019
Sonnet, ( The Journey Ends )
Dedication honoring my eighth poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required