Seeking the Boundaries of Love's Depths and Her Hand
Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent
poem , "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"
(1.) Poem One
Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's Depths And Her Hand
The air, its surging breath sings
into the soul of a willing fan
one that leaves baggage far behind,
an emboldened adventurer
Such that looks for rarity
for the invisible truth
a soft kiss within a whisper
a song that invades heart, soul and mind
Becomes a diviner, an escape artist,
calm wading ebony seas of despair
jealous of only Time
envious of only beauty
fearful of enormity of mortal blindness
What curses may the shadows then utter
the pains of life and a dark pit
nay, such does not faze
the hardy, the faithful, the true seeker
Alas! So recites the ailing poet
lost amidst memories long fled
begging the stars to shine again
the heavens to gift
Love, deep love , sweet love
and the divine tastes of her love
Dare the Gods such deny
risking vanity and hateful mortal wrath
inked curses and paper cuts to hardened hearts
not so, for the seeker - lives to seek
to touch her lips
to into bliss fairly fall
And should such treasure be gained
die as a humble servant to fate
without regret.
without of arrows malice,
shot at invisible beasts
under a dying moon and a wicked host
Fanciful the imagination and poet's heart
mixing of dreams and elusive elements
self-aggrandizing, a warrior
combating invisible foes
stabbed by those eyeless ghosts
crying into wounded nights and fading lights
Aye, this and more- the seeker finds
never the eternity of lost love
the infinity of peace and joy
the heart of her
the touch of her
the depths of love only she gifts
And at last, the poet begs Aphrodite
to this life extinguish
for without love
without warmth
without her return
the universes exists not…
dying embers in finality embrace the cold
yielding in sorrows to the darkness, to its empty cries…
Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2021
Romanticism
( Inspiration found, a memory revisited, a truth accepted )
Poem number one-- my new blog
(2.)
Sight Of Gazing At Those Gleaming-Bright Newborn Rainbow Hues
Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose
Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose
Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek
Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks
Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!
Sight of gazing at those gleaming-bright newborn rainbow hues
Splendor and immense bounty of flowing skies, shining blues
Man's vanity that invades to set us on darken paths
Woes and sorrows, birthed by Fate's accursed wraths
Man's science, ingenuity, greed and love affair with math.
Humanity- earth's wonders its bounties of teeming throngs
The Arts- beauty of poetry, literature and majestic songs
Life, oft a cup gathered into warm welcoming hands
Honor, duty, the task of taking hard defiant stands
The unpredictability of Time's falling sands.
Yet dare we forget that life demands truth and sincere love
For the rose may prick if plucked without the needed gloves
In youth, those honey-eyed dreams of hot romantic nights
Lovely maiden gifting her jewels her sexual delights
That which a brief moment may overcome world's darkest blights.
Sweetness and splendor of Nature's beauty- The Rose
Imagination, myriad paths, life we each chose
Hopes and dear dreams, glory of love and life we seek
Enormity of choices, traversing this realm, scaling its mighty peaks
Curse of mortality, these flesh and bone cast bodies so weak!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-12-2021
Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )
From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"
(3.)
Dare We Wake To Wade In Life's Luscious New Streams
As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams
Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams
Shall we welcome with ardor of lover and friend
With truth and hope forgive those that only pretend
For what is life, if we but such grace dare refuse
Man was given the honor to in life so choose.
Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.
As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.
Can our dreams this dark raging world evil subside
Conquer its demons, its wicked devilish pride
Set a new course in which hope and love may flourish
Seed romanticism that our spirits so nourish
Bring on faith, that our crying souls should so cherish.
Within passion's deep gifts, love such great treasures gives.
As soothing balm, in the beauty of all that lives.
As dawn comes singing and gifts its soft golden beams.
Dare we wake to wade in life's luscious new streams.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-13-2021
Romanticism, ( Of mortality, love, literature, poetry and the Arts )
From blog- "Blog: On The Romanticism Era In American Poetry"
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