From Wind In the Willows, To Shine From Stars Above

(1.) A Poet's Heart Speaking On One Current Politician's Game From the abyss wearing robes of silver and white shots fired hit and miss underneath sly pale moonlight shadow-man, dancer in his own one man parade illustrious actor of scenes very well played self-appointed guard of illusory born flames Jekyll and Hyde, ghost of dark veiled games. Offering panacea, hope some may believe master of the Three Card Monty, born to deceive orator salivating charm and lying praise devious trickster, painter of sordid malaise words from a jackal mouthing malicious deceit remorseless scammer, setting innocence's defeat! Demonic liar, politician through and through that boisterous showman, scamming both me and you! Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020 Sonnet, ( When Truth And Candor Are Called For ) Modern politics reveal the blackest of deceptions and arrogant deceit... a critical assessment... ~~ ~~ ~~ (2.) From Wind In The Willows, To Shine From Stars Above For all we are, and all we strive to be tho' we in haste cross the bar, do we see serenity, that which our hearts yet yearns infinity- Time's eternal wheel turns paradox, we see, we touch, and we feel slaves in a box, each haggard breath we steal! Hold dear life and this truth truly believe. World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives! For all we are, does not Life its flow set tho' we in haste cross the bar, yet we bet more than we now hold, such a crying shame soul man's, too oft sold, as if sordid game a stumble, a path blinding one and all accursed mumbles, groans down empty halls! Hold dear life and this truth truly believe. World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives! For all we are, can we ever this know tho' we in haste cross the bar, ill wind blows as our journeys wind through treacherous paths we face evil and darkness's many wraths calamities, daggers cutting in deep realities, we are but lambs that sleep! Hold dear life and this truth truly believe. World wields devil's knife, as its dark deceives! Robert J. Lindley, 2-28-2020 Rhyme, ( Plundering Depths That Life Too Oft Denies )