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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM). (1.) O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day walk on Mars, as internal tides create deep shifts, to make room for imagination and its leaps within our lives and waning hands of Fate and Time folding mysteries layers into ashen heaps, that flee as first frost, its gleaming sparkles sublime to faeries, elves, ancient forests once held as kingdoms of gaiety with hordes of golden treasures such massive wealth as few men have ever beheld nor dreamed of in their wildest lustful pleasures! O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play. As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day. Alas! Such can not be taken or brought back for man much the pity, as we wake knowing it was real as real as our other worldly dreams and life plan to walk in our blinded bliss and far more Time steal that nirvana, sated in our dark human greed, its chasms from which those dancing shadows sprang to soothe our human lusts and their enormous need to find something, anything great and immensely strange from fountains of our darkness that welcome our thought of beings with their silver shoes and long flung capes laying dark deeper traps, in which we wish to be caught bound in chains, with our always so clever escapes! O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play. As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day. Robert J. Lindley, 11- 25 -2018 Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Fourth poet on my poet dedication list.. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number Two - (Inspired by his, Fear In Solitude, poem) (2.) A Sweet Fall Visit To A Hidden Paradise A quiet and hidden place, it aura soft and true A luscious canopy covered by bright morning dew Lakeside scenes all about, one can so easily see Gentle slopes, its flowing hills, glowing gems too Complete with groups of deer munching away Nothing to disturb them on this bright Fall day Over head a lone eagle soars in bluest of blue skies My private sojourn, such warmth my soul never denies. Rushing stream, its waters dancing over the rocks Reminds me of life and its many hard knocks Of the dark times when pain was the savage norm Of the trying times when love lost its beautiful form A green meadow there, lush and invitingly cool Where I to ignore its gifts, I would be a fool So gentle do my thoughts come, when resting there That peace walks on in and suddenly I have not a care. Joyous music dances across its spacious views Washing away my hurts, my old lonesome blues I thank Mother Nature for blessings she has sent Never disappointed with sweet time there so well spent Only sadness that comes is when I must say good-byes My hiking shoes on, I leave paradise and its beautiful skies Tears well up, my heart aches and sometimes even cries For leaving brings sorrows, back into dark world with its lies. Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019 Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..

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O' How Long and Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM). (1.) O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day walk on Mars, as internal tides create deep shifts, to make room for imagination and its leaps within our lives and waning hands of Fate and Time folding mysteries layers into ashen heaps, that flee as first frost, its gleaming sparkles sublime to faeries, elves, ancient forests once held as kingdoms of gaiety with hordes of golden treasures such massive wealth as few men have ever beheld nor dreamed of in their wildest lustful pleasures! O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play. As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day. Alas! Such can not be taken or brought back for man much the pity, as we wake knowing it was real as real as our other worldly dreams and life plan to walk in our blinded bliss and far more Time steal that nirvana, sated in our dark human greed, its chasms from which those dancing shadows sprang to soothe our human lusts and their enormous need to find something, anything great and immensely strange from fountains of our darkness that welcome our thought of beings with their silver shoes and long flung capes laying dark deeper traps, in which we wish to be caught bound in chains, with our always so clever escapes! O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play. As we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day. Robert J. Lindley, 11- 25 -2018 Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Fourth poet on my poet dedication list.. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number Two - (Inspired by his, Fear In Solitude, poem) (2.) A Sweet Fall Visit To A Hidden Paradise A quiet and hidden place, it aura soft and true A luscious canopy covered by bright morning dew Lakeside scenes all about, one can so easily see Gentle slopes, its flowing hills, glowing gems too Complete with groups of deer munching away Nothing to disturb them on this bright Fall day Over head a lone eagle soars in bluest of blue skies My private sojourn, such warmth my soul never denies. Rushing stream, its waters dancing over the rocks Reminds me of life and its many hard knocks Of the dark times when pain was the savage norm Of the trying times when love lost its beautiful form A green meadow there, lush and invitingly cool Where I to ignore its gifts, I would be a fool So gentle do my thoughts come, when resting there That peace walks on in and suddenly I have not a care. Joyous music dances across its spacious views Washing away my hurts, my old lonesome blues I thank Mother Nature for blessings she has sent Never disappointed with sweet time there so well spent Only sadness that comes is when I must say good-byes My hiking shoes on, I leave paradise and its beautiful skies Tears well up, my heart aches and sometimes even cries For leaving brings sorrows, back into dark world with its lies. Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2019 Rhyme, (Dedication poem to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Fourth poet on my poet dedication list..