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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do not turn the superior eye of critical passivity upon these efforts …. We must not be ambitious. We cannot aspire to masterpieces. We may content ourselves with a joy ride in a paint-box. Quote- Winston Churchill, Painting as a Pastime. *************** That Which Within Art's Paradings, Imitates Life This beating heart once dwelt within a hidden place to preserve what I loved and could never replace in youth, I set my throne in purple-crested hills in forest's foliage where Nature overspills safer refuge, a child's most magnificent shield within that nether realm there my soul never yields. Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse. As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse. All this wicked world and all of its savage blades offered sanctuary in hideous parades yet in valiant spirit, I knew such was so wrong I refused, to join its repugnant bustling throngs decisions made, I have yet to ever regret those that youthful life and its wild-born journey set. Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse. As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse. Now I have survived, in my own time growing strong I changed my dreams but not ever my youthful song as time using its power delivered decay I fear neither its wrath nor its destructive way for life has taught me, we are but mere molded clay here today, only to be gone some future day. Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse. As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse. Robert J. Lindley, original Sept- 24th-1992 edited, 10/17 2020. 10/18 2020... Rhyme, ( From Ancient Dead Stars Fly Death's Truest Signs ) Syllables per line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total number of syllables:288 Total number of words:212 Note: A straightjacket he refused to wear Claiming life is boring and so unfair Yet its colors are marvelously grand And its epic pains more than he could stand RJL, 1992... **************** "From a rainbow, he tore off a delicious piece, To eat its vanishing visionary release" Quote- RJL- 1992.
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