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Poem (1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar )

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Poem  (2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4/27/2020
Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard )

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When once life turns to embrace bitter blacks
soul becomes lost by needed light it lacks
darkness sings its ballads, its aching tunes
hard to eat soup with hollow, broken spoons...

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* Light and Dark, Composing Contrasting Doubles. (1.) Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings New sounds coming from an old forest deep and whispers that like loud cannon blasts boom yet amidst such din, romance invades sleep through open window you enter my room. Resting quiet at the foot of my bed my darling, pure joy cast for there you stood in silken robes, golden crown on your head I beg, stay always if only you could! As you gift smiles and Love from bluest eyes lonely soul cries can such bliss will remain there in glows soft cast by yellow moon sky we join to kiss and your loss you explain. I turn to see as forest again sings. Begging eternity, what true love brings. R.J. Lindley, 4-27-2020 Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar ) (2.) Lost In The Shadow-land, A Ghostly Wind Lost in the shadow-land, a ghostly wind sad, poor prophet of what life now portends aging hands, blue heart- immune to hour's breath held dear, memories of Love unto death, aghast at forest of boulders once laid no longer fond of sad music well played. Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Lost in the shadow-land, black snow neck deep grim harvester of tears I wade in sleep aging feet, walking down trails of red dust onward into world's darkness, go I must, in awe of the might of this truth profound great pity is Love, that is never found! Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Lost in the shadow-land, seeking relief wrecked by folly of my dying belief aging eyes, blinded by lost Hope and pain wrestling dark winds of heartache without gain, torn by, sorrows born from Life's many blues hurt set, fated loss without any clues! Melancholy winds- thy slow cutting blades. Dancing the blues, in life's little parades. Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020 Rhyme, ( Within The Dark, Tear Driven Rain Falling So Hard )

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