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Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard fifth poet in my dedication series
(1.) Honoring John Keats , fifth poet in my dedication series Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard At the start comes just a solitary word oft from a distant echo, it is heard. Imagination steps on into high gear through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear yet as black ink falls onto waiting page poetry births wisdom, oft like a sage. As word bullets penetrate this dark world deep chaos is oft far away hurled. The sad sky vanishes into that void healing comes to life that Fate has toyed and joy brings in its happiest of feasts so vanquishing the cruelest of great beasts. At the start comes, just a solitary word. Oft from a distant echo, it is heard. Robert J. Lindley, 1-27-2019 SONNET, ( How a poet writes) Honoring John Keats ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (2.) Honoring John Keats , fifth poet in my dedication series Flickering As Sparks From Hephaestus's Hammer Blows Rainbow lake, its flashing colors vividly seen under adoring sun and at Nature's behest majestic beauty to behold none could demean compares as, red to the rose at its very best! Sandy white beach shores, one gasps in reverent all as fluttering willows bend in that graceful way greater still multi-colors surrounding in Fall Nature's masterpiece gifted, no demands to pay! Beneath moonlight and its accompanying glows fireflies over waters casting a brilliant sheen flickering as sparks from Hephaestus's hammer blows splendor far more beautiful than a peacock's preen! This treasure, gifted us, by both Nature and God. Enjoyed by young poet with pen and fishing rod. Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2019 SONNET, ( How a poet writes) Honoring John Keats !. *Hephaestus's hammer* Hephaestus - Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hephaestus Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters, craftsmen, artisans, ... Greece, particularly Athens. The cult of Hephaestus was based in Lemnos. Hephaestus' symbols are a smith's hammer, anvil, and a pair of tongs. Parents?: ?Zeus? and ?Hera?, or Hera alone Roman equivalent?: ?Vulcan Consort?: ?Aphrodite?, ?Aglaea Children?: ?Thalia?, ?Eucleia?, ?Eupheme?, ?Philophro... ?Hephaestus in popular culture · ?Aglaea · ?Thalia (nymph) · ?Cabeiri ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (3.) Honoring John Keats , fifth poet in my dedication series An Old Poet's Saddest Lament Never again shall I make art's high mark this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark could the masses wake to walk in the light and with illumination regain sight, walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls. Alas! That dark shadow grows day by day blinding eyes as it dances its harsh way into human thought, zeal to attain ease expanding darker lusts do as one please, waste human brainpower's seed, man's great gifts wallow in ignorance, hate what uplifts. Never again shall I make art's high mark this world shallow, its dooming fall so stark could the masses wake to walk in the light and with illumination regain sight, walk the wise trails of poets that gave their all ink splashing about life, love's sweet recalls. Robert J. Lindley, 2- 02-2019 Rhyme, ( On the sad fall of love of literature and poetry, from that of a century ago) Third poem honoring John Keats..
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