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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and minds
soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes
and soon dance dark shadows upon the blinds!

As midnight hours call in more darkened hosts
sorrows leap forth promising no reprieve
you find searing pains that weeping soul roasts
far too much truth for pleading to relieve!

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret.
Cavernous echoes one can not forget.
(5.)
O' That Truth And Light Their Shining Rays Cast
 
In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
while fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my bones, rested what was heart driven
with its power, Heaven's bliss is striven
to destroy world's influence, its sad dark
will immerse me, tighter than oak tree's bark.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my eyes, beauty that has been hidden
comes so my darkness will soon be ridden
yet there is more than just this immense gift
love found a new home, to sweet life uplift
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my mind, blissful treasures are now stored
days and nights are great, never am I bored
for Love kindles fires that bake loving pies
truest of pleasure, devoid of life's black-lies.
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my heart, loves great temple shines its gold
as morning air breathes her kisses resold
for merest pittance of my feeble charms
she wraps me glorious nights in her arms
O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.

In my spirit, courage my father gave
tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave
his teachings, have all stood me in good steed
while fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds.
O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast
so that my life dwells upon that which last.
(6.)
A Tribute To My Native American Bloodline

Where my great-grandfather walked I dare not tread
Trekking amidst the great tall oaks in ancient woods
His kind were true, brave warriors, now all are dead
They would care not, our mad cravings for worldly goods!

They had life, Nature provided what they could reap
Their days rose with the sun and set with its leaving
Hours were not counted, all had to work for their keep
They hunted, worked, made war and suffered when grieving!

As they laughed, danced, made love and struggled in life
They rejoiced in bounty, worried about defeat
They slept with a peace, while we too oft sleep with strife
Theirs was a simple world, while ours darkened by cheats!

Where my great-grandfather walked I dare not tread.
His kind were true brave warriors, now all are dead.
(7.)
Alas, Such Sorrows Were My Predestined Fate

As her love ate soft marrow from my weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured me because I too was never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.

As her sexual hunger tore flesh piece by piece
her power grew as I begged for my release
from crushing grasp and sharpest of shredding teeth
I imprisoned in her dark lair far beneath
Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate
And my being so bound no others could relate.

As her immense greed demanded fresher human meat
she brought another so we could die as we greet
at my louder screams she laughed with hearty glee
for her new victim, Love once promised to me
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
And being so bound, now one other could relate.

As her love ate soft marrow from our weeping bones
eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones
she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure
captured us because we too were never pure
Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate
Our being so bound, now no others could relate.

Robert J. Lindley.
Poems Honoring , Elizabeth Barrett Browning
November 2018 through March 2019
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