As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch, From My New Blog

My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted and totally amazingly brilliant poet… **** (1.) As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch As I sit here chilling on my front porch Yet still wonderment in this aged soul Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch Seeking to find more than, world's heavy toll Watching this world dancing through my front yard Sipping hot coffee, daring to be free Soaring fodder for a want to be bard Or a brave captain sailing stormy seas. Now I see trees swaying and waves crashing Thunder blasting, arriving tempest roars Fate cries, you chips you will soon be cashing I say, go away now you simply bore Sun and its golden rays beam as scene change On my black mustang I am now riding Across a desert prairie, open range Searching through life while no longer hiding. Ahead a glistening purple mountain Destination for a sad broken heart Treasure found as a renewal fountain As dreaming depicted on my star chart There awaits golden gems and lover's touch An angel as promised ages ago Nirvana, as true love delivers such From there into Heaven away we go. I sit here just chilling on my front porch Yet still wonderment in this aged soul Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch Seeking to find more than, world's heavy toll. Robert J. Lindley, JULY 11TH, 2021 Romanticism- Tribute poem for Randall Jarrell ********** (2.) Wherein, Innocent Children Once Played. Beyond the fall of that shimmering veil With the folds of life's mysterious walls Imprisoned in the dark pits of hell Innocents that failed to heed this call Soft beckoning into a warming light Enticement to live in a sweeter state Devoid of fear of life and evil night As always forbidden there any hate. For only joy and happiness resides Among bright gardens and its golden walls Left behind vanity and foolish prides One only enters by Heaven's dear call Time banished and true love reigns supreme Peace there is the feast on which all may dine Eradicated all the world's dark schemes There is no greedy, this stuff is all mine. Yes, truly such a treasure does exist Wherein wicked world can never invade Just beyond the purple veil's falling mist Wherein, innocent children once played. Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2021 Romanticism- Tribute poem for Randall Jarrell