Pen Wakes, Shakes and Casts Its Darkest Long Frown

Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown When faithful pen, releases not its ink heaven and stars refuse usual blinks moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries poison arrows shoot across wailing skies Paper cringes in desperate despair, around weeping edges begins to tear. At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread attacks with great zeal complaints in my head wages war with a soul begging release while my muse and I ask both to please cease Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown, cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"! In this battle, where blood so freely flows my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere even I the poet, shed salty tears! When faithful pen, releases not its ink heaven and stars refuse usual blinks moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries poison arrows shoot across wailing skies Paper cringes in desperate despair, around weeping edges begins to tear. Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019, Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate And willing dark, its powers concentrates Life slows and diminishes as on cue All has passed before, nothing is new. In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep. This poet's pen often dares to relate In echoes as if crying for lost mate With weeping words-tears and resounding moans Through wide valleys of darker undertones. In that aching place, epic pains accrue such is human life, for nothing is new. As splashed ink soaks onto famished page One may see injustice, well up with rage Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll. In that regretful place, black snags abound Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds. Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019, Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display) Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up. Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up. And the pied piper demanded more his pay....... Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core......