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Part Two, Bites As Hungry Shark, Yet I Am Still Here Writing

Bites As Hungry Shark, Yet I Am Still Here Writing (2nd poem, From my blog- "A Quartet Of Poems") Words are coming, many are great, some are deep blue I sit here humming, Lord something is overdue Pen in hand, life, love, sorrows, tales to be told Once a lad, seeking joy before getting too old. This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting. Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing! Of mere mortal flesh, born to its ill fated doom Into sunlit shadows, dappled shades in each room Cannons of power, youth in most glorious haze Distant hill-black towers, all a shimmering craze. This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting. Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing! Amidst black canyons, clouds- separation and pain Race into fleeing horizon, so little gain Pen and paper moaning, lonesome that steals each breath Poet atoning, into long cold hands of death! This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting. Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing! Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2020 Rhyme, ( When The Die Is Cast, Earthen Time Has Flown Away )

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Date: 5/17/2020 2:21:00 PM
hmmm, love it. I have a thing for Sharks. Keep writing and diving deep Lindley. Never stop writing, you are EXTREMELY gifted. This ole world is deep dark, but there's light at the surface, when you've found the pearls you are looking for, bring them back up to us. Leanne x
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Date: 5/14/2020 9:50:00 PM
No matter what, no matter where, just don't stop writing. I liked the intro the best.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/15/2020 8:51:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Fate will decide my friend.>>>>>> *Comes a time when dying of dawn's glow one must face. *Sifting of grain, crush of the rolling mill. *As Spring so renews to the dead replace. *One must leave behind Winter's wretched chill...
Date: 5/14/2020 5:33:00 AM
It would take more than a shark bite to stop you writing your beautiful poetry Robert. Tom
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Date: 5/14/2020 9:06:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Sometimes I tire for a day or two but then the ache rises again and the pen pleads. As ink flows to soothe poetic desires deep within me. A sweet rush comes that yet again fulfills my writing needs... God bless..