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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...

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(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 )

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M. L. Kiser Date: 3/1/2020 6:13:00 PM (1.) It is indeed a dark game and they play it with other's lives and livelihoods. Well done. (2.) That devil's knife seems to be eternally sharp too. It never seems to chip or dull. Well penned words. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 3/4/2020 8:34:00 AM Thank you my friend. The devil's knife is both exceedingly sharp and exceedingly long too. Only armor made of Faith, Light, Truth, Mercy and Love can withstand its full force.. God bless....

Charlie Smith Date: 2/29/2020 5:29:00 PM Two critical assessments I would say, well written as always friend Robert... Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 3/1/2020 4:07:00 PM Thanks, words born of a glimpse into Fate's ever spinning realms and its ceaseless hands..

Mark Koplin Date: 2/29/2020 9:12:00 AM I love the message here my friend. Another great poem. Well done. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 3/1/2020 4:05:00 PM Thanks, ink slung to render truth as a wind that soothers the soul....