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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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
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