Beyond the Storming Seas Unto the Paradise of Poetry

Part One- Ancient Poem Doubles. (1.) Beyond The Storming Seas Unto The Paradise Of Poetry What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air- That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest? What dancing- across mellow meadows of glistening dew Grace and flying with eagles, weaving a golden tapestry- Ancient its rhythm, bold in its magnificent depths so true A poet soft-tilling verses unto sweetest desired mastery! What dreaming- life, love and shine of the golden fleece Youthful wonderment of brave heroes and fairytales Wisdom from the ages- Gods of the splendor of Greece Ships, Seafoam, Moby-Dick, and may God save the whales! What inspiration- hidden paths weaving into the naked heart- Love and nights lava-hot with ecstasy so intensely sublime Romanticism that love's depths so sweetly and deeply impart Although we are always prisoners of the blacken-curse of Time! What wailing- from the frosty-whistling moon and thin air- That bestirs dying heart within the poet's seeking breast Echoing across fertile plains unto silence's stolen lair A druid chant, a wolf howling, a lone sparrow finding rest? R.J. Lindley, Aug. 22nd, 1978 Rhyme, ( Wherein The Heart And Mind Wades Into The Invisible Realms ) ******** (2.) Behind Prudent Judgement, Rests A Stout Shield The heart rooted into love's deepest well The sea bragging of its emerald green, Dawn and silver dew dance to glowing preen Love's beauty, a red rose-its sweetest smell. And yet one must true see, remain alert For life oft be a dark gauntlet of dark Wondrous sea tis swelled with hungry sharks And this dark world promises many hurts. Be aware that a starving wolf yet prowls Its fangs eager to sink into hot-bloodied meat Tis hidden monster the innocent meet If ignoring warnings of the hoot owl! Behind prudent judgement, rests a stout shield For love can sometimes be a fatal trap Life is not all rosy- oft it is crap One should live life with faith and never yield! R.J. Lindley, Nov. 11th, 1978 Rhyme, ( Life, Thoughts- Lessons Learned )