Begging Eternity, What True Love Brings
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Poem (1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Sweet Summer Dreams From Golden Shores Afar )
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Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::112
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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Total # Words:::::175
* 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 )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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