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Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Dreams, Imagination, Write On, Write On

Night's call to arms, sweet echoes before death
Waking to live, glory in dawn's first breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
Life is a gust of wind, then it is gone.

Gone as a dying flame, a lonely ghost
The dark unknown we rightfully fear most
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
We are but hope and shreds of broken bone.

Yet something rare exists in that first breath
Rising to morn's sweet call, defeats night's death
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
As the wind blows forth, Hope's power is grown.

Can one live, love and thrive until ones death
Feeling the joy of each precious breath
Dreams, imagination, write on, write on
One must live, love, not hide under a stone.

Dreams, imagination, write on, write on.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
Rhyme, (Born From Dream Poetry)

Note- 11-20-2020
A distant voice, in a sweet dream it spoke
With hope as your shield, fear becomes a joke
Hold thee true, in life, love and faith are key
With such as armor, one never has to flee.

******
Golden Echoes And Quiet Serenity

Sweet memories, youth and glorious days
Dawn and the hours spent in Nature's abode
Life, love to be, coming romantic plays
Mysteries solved down the winding roads
Palaces found in dreams of sweetest tastes
O' the golden echoes of that first love
Rush and rushing, afraid- no time to waste
Sun beaming but soon storms ripping above.

Youth and glorious days, treasures of life
Soothing serenity of morn's first hour
A calming respite from yesterday's strife
Dear hope of youth and its happy towers
A fortress built to fight both time and fate
O' the blessings and delight of first kiss
No worries, no grief- the innocence we ate
Such gems of certainty,  days we now miss.

Youth honey sweet with the wonders of yore
Twas' but a dream, a mere blink of the eye
Yet in this heart exist a hole it tore
Ripping the days before this soul may die.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2020
Rhyme ( Born From Dream Poetry)

Note:
A memory, a treasure to never release
Yes, time and fate this castle did invade
To tear asunder, consume piece by piece
Replacing heart's sweet glow with darkest shade.

*****
Pray I, A Prayer For My Sweet Release

All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
Marked by the raging roar headed my way
Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
A faster way of reaching break of day?
The walls vibrate with Dark dancing about
Through to window black-moon surrenders not
Golden beams to uplift, force darkness out
Before night's dark veil, heart feels the deep shot.

Clock ticking, these drowning hours penetrate
The feeble shield this olden soul has made
Calamity comes brought by hands of Fate
Into abyss, this weeping soul soon fades.
Pray I, a prayer for my sweet release
For an illuminated path to flee
Welcome beams of divine Light to gift peace
From the depths of this accursed wicked sea.

All is sad, night's blacken sorrows abound
Marked by the raging roar headed my way
Thus I beg, crying where on earth is found
A faster way of reaching break of day?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020
Rhyme (Born From Dream Poetry)


Note:

With this recent break I have faced many obstacles in my path.

Serious medical issues both for myself and my beloved wife.

Writing was cast aside to deal with such but it never lets me walk away.

Soon poetry invaded my dreams and the harder I fought to flee the

More often it came to invade. I finally decided to write about the dreams

The memories that came in my dreams of my youth, my distant path on

 this spinning blue marble. The first three poems are a start. How long

it continues is not currently known to me.

Maybe it stops now, or goes on for a while. Something had to give!

I had to let the words come and each poem gave me a release, a most

welcomed temporary spell of relief.  
Robert J. Lindley, 11-22-2020

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Susan Ashley Date: 11/21/2020 4:52:00 PM My dear friend, nothing can break the golden thread of inspiration running through the tapestry of your life. Your dream poems are deep and emotional. Filled with metaphorical beauty of lights and darks. Inspiration and imagination dance with passionate grace within your dreams, Robert. Long may your mighty pen dream on and write on. I've missed your golden presence here, my friend. I pray that all is as good as it can be under these trying circumstances. Healing wishes to you, your wife and your family.. ~Susan Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 11/22/2020 2:47:00 PM Thank you my friend. I after several days did find my way to compose and get finished this offering. It was both a relief and a release for me. ***Dark be these sad, sorrowful days. When night yields its fathoms of black. We kneel to give thanks, to then pray. That light gifts our way back on track. And each new dawn its blessings sends. Joy and happiness to regrow. Faith in blessing future portends. With God willing it shall be so....

Caren Krutsinger Date: 11/21/2020 4:47:00 PM Wow! Gorgeous trio of poems. You always raise the bar to the level of almost unreachable heights. I am praying for you and your wife Robert. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 11/22/2020 2:36:00 PM Thank you my friend. I am very glad that I summoned the strength and found the inspiration to finish this project and present it. Thank you for your prayers. God bless..

Tom Cunningham Date: 11/21/2020 11:19:00 AM Three amazing verses Robert, you have been missed, I hope you and your family are coping ok, and that your wife is doing ok. Tom Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 11/22/2020 2:34:00 PM Thank you my friend. I did manage to compose for a spell. And give these poems that were born from my dreams. That they are well received is a godsend to me. Well worth the effort put into taking the time to compose them..