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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From my new Blog: ( A Short Page From The Book Of Life, Love And Bitter Sorrows ) A Quartet Of Poems, composed in four days... (1.) There Is A Dangerous Sun Now A'Rising There is a dangerous sun now a'rising, this world's blindness is a'surprising far too many walk a dying road far too many believe great lies told, soon old truths they will be a'roasting and in darken fog proudly a'toasting. Danger and fear will come a'plenty death will dance well in year a'twenty far too many will life be a'wailing far too many their lies be a'spelling soon the shores will give away the sands and tears ill wet fresh washed hands. There is a dangerous tale in the telling poison forests burnt after their felling far too many moan out their lonely emotions far too many selling their snake oil potions soon freedoms once enjoyed will be overtaken and our land will be truly God forsaken. There is a dangerous sun now a'rising, this world's blindness is a'surprising far too many walk a dying road far too many believe great lies told, soon old truths they will be a'roasting and in darken fog so proudly a'toasting. Robert J. Lindley, posted 5-11-2020 Rhyme, ( In The Green Valley When The Invisible Rain Fell ) Written on the plague that has now so devastated the many.. Note: I previously started this poem for The PoetrySoup Corona virus contest. Created the outline and stopped, finished that and came back for 5 edits later. After giving great thought I decided not to enter it. To hold it for later. Many reasons for that decision, but truth is I think it lacks due to its author's losing the needed inspiration- that which youth once did in the bucketfuls "centuries ago" showered. Now my friends, do as I may, due to that sad reality and its failing fruits I can no longer pretend. A poet can only measure by looking back. At what was once wasted and now those depths and beauty his pen and sword both too oft clearly lack.-RJL Starting this project with this piece, admitting my faults...
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