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Three Tribute poems--  composed by me,

For Longfellow blog….

(1.)

Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns



The rays of morn took their first golden breath

Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists

First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Demanding night accept its coming death!

     Triumphant crowns!



Dawn's first yawning, a parade of new dreams

Waking Fate and its ever growing lists

With dancing echoes of showers to fall

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Birthing flowers born from resplendent streams!

     Triumphant crowns!



Sweet the softest callings of better days

With man rising to earn his daily bread

And Nature singing true to cheer life's all

Earth no longer mourning yesterday's dead

Future hope setting sail as sunbeams play!

     Triumphant crowns!




Humanity follows its usual course

While bright blue-set skies rejoice overhead

Teeming hordes traversing their daily treks

Across well-worn pathways from life well fed

Amidst the carnage of loss and remorse!

     Triumphant crowns!



Father Time speaks demanding to be heard

Above the din of crowds surging about

Commanding its fleeing hours to obey

Sternly obeyed were its arrogant shouts

And the infinite powers of each word!

     Triumphant crowns!



Sun was setting, its daily chores all done

Mortals noted the rapid fleeing light

All had felt the ever changing new course

Some with increasing joy, others with fright

Dark shadows arose screaming lets have fun!

      Triumphant crowns!



The moon sped brightly forth taking top stage

Stars came twinkling across heavenly skies

The wise old owl took its same midnight flight

Night spread its woven cloak of evil lies

While sleeping crowds await first new rage!

     Triumphant crowns!



The rays of morn took their first golden breath

Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists

First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Demanding night accept its coming death!

     Triumphant crowns!


Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2021

Romanticism, (  That Man Could Wake To See Coming Of Eternity )

Blog poem.
*****

(2.)

Love's Fever Burns In The Air, As We Kiss Anew



As my angel passed by, sweet the rustling leaves

And amidst world's accursed worries, life so grieves

Her soft footfalls, gift promise of far better days

Removing anguish birthed by darkened greys

A reprieve if you will, a blessing to arrive

A soft gentle breeze, love proving one is alive!



As she looks at me,  her glowing smile, beaming bright

My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight

For such is a treasure so truly Heaven sent

Bountiful gift, to relieve such earthly torment

And wouldst I dare to question this exquisite gift

As just mere sight of her this spirit so uplifts!



As my bliss turns to my asking is this a dream

Is it a spell, fairies casting a golden stream

Nay, lonely heart replies, this is romance born true

Love's fever burns in the air, as we kiss anew

She grabs my hand and whisper darling, shall we dance

Again, we enter paradise of our romance!



As she looks at me,  her glowing smile, beaming bright.

My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight!



Robert J. Lindley,

Romanticism, ( The Fever Of Love, If A Mere Dream, May I Never Wake )

Blog poem.
*****

(3.)

That Summer Day At That Resplendent,  Ancient Weeping Tree



Around that tall, wide spread ancient weeping tree

Where singing meadows and smiling sky looking down

Upon a  wandering searching child, namely me

Far, very far away from our small farming town

Gazing up to see where hides the Olympic gods

Seeking life's approval by their wizened nods!



Yet the gods had vanished leaving bright blue sky

Its deep beauty, vestige of all that was to be

I stood transfixed, bravely questioning the why

Could not life and happiness be given for free

Puzzled by the cold hard-set silence falling  down

At last seeing, fled were the gods with their false crowns!



As such thoughts invaded a newly minted mind

A child decided best to further knowledge seek

For how ever was a soul to life's great truths find

And verify, blessings come to those humbly meek

Thus acknowledge power of words my father spoke

And prove too, life was love, light- God's masterful stroke!



That summer day at that resplendent,  ancient weeping tree.

I found truth- God put an innocent, loving soul in me.



Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021

Romanticism-

( A poetic narrative, Wherein One Great Truth Was Found )
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