Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored Part One

Part One of Two Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored Part One (1.) Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in my head I see far more than just faces of buried ancient dead I see epic battles some lost and long journeys some made I see long lines trekking through hell's gate as if on parade! Lo! Great and dooming are the vain vanities of mankind Blindness, racing ahead not seen they are falling behind Appetites for darkness and immense greed, they think are needs They indulge lusts, oft by making innocent humans bleed! Alas! Dark lust, evil culprit, deeply woven within Tempting powers grown massively by rewards of past sins As these ghosts cry out their sorrowful and tragic tales I hear in not too distant background, hell's loud ringing bells! As I bid one and all a merry and thoughtful goodbye Into one great crowd they gathered, all with tearful sad eyes! Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2019 Sonnet, ( Man, As The Sad And Fallen Creature) Dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Frye, poet dedication series. Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem (2.) Those Deep Moaning About Life's Many Curses, Its Hardest Hits Those that beg for Herculean body and Socratic mind I pray reading these verses you think them not too, too unkind Nothing bad about imagination and cherished desires Such is mighty fuel that kindles ambition's hottest fires! Those caring about not being fleet of foot and stout of heart Or beautiful in appearance and raving as genius smart Fear not, for such gifts of flesh are but foolish fantasy gold Too oft disappearing when your human container grows old! Those deep moaning about life's many curses, its hardest hits Wading in its nasty cesspools, and in its blackest of pits Be of good cheer, if your blind soul can accept these wizened words Open your eyes, sing about love, stop tramping along in herds. So you got cherished Herculean body, Socratic mind Have fun stumbling through miserable life while still stone-cold blind! Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2019 Sonnet in Fifteen, ( Truth About Man As A Fallen creature) dedicated to Mary Elizabeth Fyre, poets dedication series. Syllables Per Line: 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 Total # Syllables: 210 Total # # Words: 142