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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Despair and Tears, As Silence Reigns Sun burnt dark crystals sizzle this aching mind where maple tree ooze their sticky flesh, as cold harsh silence reigns Begging sky cries from sun and its scorching flames as blinded ground wakes to scampering winds, their voices roaring into eternity as cold, harsh silence reigns The flower meadows reach for gasping tones, demanding Nature plunge about its glories and in their frenzy, miss dancing clouds above as cold, harsh silence reigns The life that invades this body mine, seeks control over sad singing heart to smother love's bounty and allow Time to eat eternity, as cold, harsh silence reigns Robert J. Lindley, 7-06-2019 Free verse, ( A darkened look into Earth, Life and Eternity ) O' Pain, Let Mercy See Thy Face Discontent that sets its own sails over waters shimmering deep stray-shot arrows, that heart impales within darken dreams life tells O' pain, let mercy see thy face as sorrows replay youth's disgrace. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? I that stomped grapes with my feet grasp at shadows from falling leaf, yet fearful of darkness I meet ever mindful of souls in grief. Make wine from grapes plucked by hand pray aloud, as barefoot I stand. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? From within mind's loss, blades of glass icy slivers into veins sink dark and morose, the dying grass seeds borne of gulps, Life's poison drink. O' truth cut this heart to the quick of these sorrows, I am too sick. Paradise, where hides - joy of hope Is salvation within man's scope? Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-1979 Rhyme, ( Why oft, ill winds blow fast, hard and so free ) Note-- The free verse is a new poem, the rhyme is a very old one. I wrote the free verse in reply and commentary on the time, sorrows and thinking that inspired the old one. My wife and our son both, think like the new poem much more. While I , still favor the old poem more!
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