A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit, setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet, many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad writing to give, wonderful blessing to be had, within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul a bounty from universe and its golden bowl. Poets may cry and even dare to moan out loud for what is Truth's worth, if not something to be proud, or Light and Love, if not set by divine decree, sweet and gifted treasures gifted to you and me, wonderment in living and our writings once done hope given, that man stops stealing by war and gun, within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul a bounty from universe and its golden bowl. Poets may sing, even if sad and out of tune with words cast a'plenty, even if thought a loon bold warriors, with bright shield and a well inked war sword, defiant- standing against, world's marauding horde, yet neither as savior nor as a blessed saint maybe a wizard if great beauty one can paint, within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul a bounty from universe and its golden bowl. Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019 Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )
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