Parts Two and Three Honoring Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(4.) As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts Slow flows a river of doubt and regret foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits cavernous echoes one can not forget nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits! As sun retreats and night brings on its aches memories come to poison hearts and minds soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes and soon dance dark shadows upon the blinds! As midnight hours call in more darkened hosts sorrows leap forth promising no reprieve you find searing pains that weeping soul roasts far too much truth for pleading to relieve! Slow flows a river of doubt and regret. Cavernous echoes one can not forget. (5.) O' That Truth And Light Their Shining Rays Cast In my spirit, courage my father gave tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave his teachings, have all stood me in good steed while fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds. O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. In my bones, rested what was heart driven with its power, Heaven's bliss is striven to destroy world's influence, its sad dark will immerse me, tighter than oak tree's bark. O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. In my eyes, beauty that has been hidden comes so my darkness will soon be ridden yet there is more than just this immense gift love found a new home, to sweet life uplift O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. In my mind, blissful treasures are now stored days and nights are great, never am I bored for Love kindles fires that bake loving pies truest of pleasure, devoid of life's black-lies. O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. In my heart, loves great temple shines its gold as morning air breathes her kisses resold for merest pittance of my feeble charms she wraps me glorious nights in her arms O' That, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. In my spirit, courage my father gave tho' years gone, since he was laid in his grave his teachings, have all stood me in good steed while fighting dark, demanding my soul bleeds. O'that, truth and light their shining rays cast so that my life dwells upon that which last. (6.) A Tribute To My Native American Bloodline Where my great-grandfather walked I dare not tread Trekking amidst the great tall oaks in ancient woods His kind were true, brave warriors, now all are dead They would care not, our mad cravings for worldly goods! They had life, Nature provided what they could reap Their days rose with the sun and set with its leaving Hours were not counted, all had to work for their keep They hunted, worked, made war and suffered when grieving! As they laughed, danced, made love and struggled in life They rejoiced in bounty, worried about defeat They slept with a peace, while we too oft sleep with strife Theirs was a simple world, while ours darkened by cheats! Where my great-grandfather walked I dare not tread. His kind were true brave warriors, now all are dead. (7.) Alas, Such Sorrows Were My Predestined Fate As her love ate soft marrow from my weeping bones eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure captured me because I too was never pure Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate And my being so bound no others could relate. As her sexual hunger tore flesh piece by piece her power grew as I begged for my release from crushing grasp and sharpest of shredding teeth I imprisoned in her dark lair far beneath Alas! Such sorrows were my predestined fate And my being so bound no others could relate. As her immense greed demanded fresher human meat she brought another so we could die as we greet at my louder screams she laughed with hearty glee for her new victim, Love once promised to me Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate And being so bound, now one other could relate. As her love ate soft marrow from our weeping bones eerie music waft the winds with saddest tones she used beauty and sweet breath to lust allure captured us because we too were never pure Alas! Such sorrows were our predestined fate Our being so bound, now no others could relate. Robert J. Lindley. Poems Honoring , Elizabeth Barrett Browning November 2018 through March 2019