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Sonnet Doubles,Forty Years of Inking

What Great Love, Our Memory Shall Remain

What is left when I am buried and dust
ancient grave upon which a white-stone rests
vanished shades of a future we did trust
as if that one great wave would never crest!

What great love or memory shall remain
when deepest of sleep, centuries accrue
will it matter wealth, worthless earthly gain
as paying of the pied piper comes due?

What truth, shall weigh in as one's repentance
when exposing light shines its judging gleams
will sad regrets reduce final sentence
or give power to mercy craving dreams?

Pray tell, can great sorrows yield forgiveness?
Birthing mercy a gift, divine kindness?

R.J. Lindley,
April 3rd, 1979
Sonnet
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Fate Peeled Back Its Deepest Dark Curtain

Fate peeled back its deepest dark curtain
leaving nothing to chance, all certain
this year the bravest of heroes dies
golden streets flooded with angel cries.
What justice, one so young shall perish
midst of love of those he so cherish
roars not a harder, greater anguish
than living through and in pain languish
With hunger for life, for love's sweet touch
so cursed and sadly fated such
Fate, its massive powers so decreed
greatest hero on battlefield bleeds
steps into eternity, no seeds
grave now hidden by overgrown weeds!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-08-2019
Sonnet in nines.

Sonnet doubles..... a 40 year span

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 7/9/2019 5:44:00 PM

"Birthing mercy a gift, divine kindness?" It truly is. Powerful "fate peeled back it's curtain"; a powerful write. So many graves are hidden by weeds. Beautifully forlorn piece.

Besma Riabi Dziri

Date: 7/5/2019 5:30:00 AM

A Sonneteer of birth! Poetry in vein! Nothing is vain.. I feel the soaring beauty.. the glory of what of depth has been lived.. the pride of what of wealth has been left.. the Truth and Light gained within the soul.. A golden pen storing in Memory a great poetry that won't perish.. into my fave list.. my deepest regards, Robert, and thank you so much for sharing your gems.. Blessings.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/4/2019 1:31:00 PM

Your poetry has become enriched over these many years and shares with it talent that inspires others Robert. That includes me. I loved these gems of reality. xxoo : )

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/4/2019 12:34:00 PM

Jesus, 1979! How old was I? I think real poets are born to be poets. Unlike me) P.S.: This is a sonnet by a true poet. I enjoyed every stanza on the stage. And its deepest dark curtain too.

Paul Callus

Date: 7/4/2019 10:03:00 AM

hi Robert, 40 years is a long time, but i can assure you that your pen has lost none of its power; on the contrary it has matured beautifully like a good wine, my friend. I very much enjoyed both these sonnets. ~ Best regards // paul

Arturo Michael

Date: 7/4/2019 7:29:00 AM

I can't believe you've been writing for so long...I feel like my time is at hand...maybe to 2020 I'll make a stand...with 4 yrs under my belt...then do something different... Love your style and poetic soul ...