Sonnet Triples, Poet and Time's Thoughtful Musings
Sonnet Triples, Poet And Time's Thoughtful Musings
(1.)
The Sonnet And The Poetic Query
Playing on the crescent hill, moonglow dances,
And dying mouse took its usual chances;
And wise owl sleeps off the night's happy meal
Life shines with its usual little thrills.
Eternal watchman, winds the chiming clock
Sleep fled -comes every aching tick-tock
As ocean waves eat up low sandy shores
A sad love-sick mermaid, Neptune implores.
On and on goes the rabid churning world
Its mysteries wrapped in hidden curls
Ah but, tis often the glory one seeks
That fails to give but spit and false-set peeks!
Dare high heavens to this old parade change?
Can mortal flesh ever reach such a range?
R. J. Lindley, June 4th, 1981
Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides )
And night its cascading dream-webs spins forth.
Per somnium nocte Cascading telae egressus deducit
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(2.)
She Of Rarest Beauty, Truest Essence Of Love
She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew
That Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew
She of precious life, honey -sweet raven hair
O' pray I to loving god - to again be there !
For under gold radiance of coming bright moon
We shall both dance into that deep romantic swoon
In sensual delights, locked in dear loving arms
We both enjoying blessings of passionate charms!
Yes, she is the one that my daydreams have foretold
Soaking in her beauty, on her truth, I am sold
As morn sounds yet more soft whispers of faithful love
Sun shines its blessings, golden rays cast from above!
She walks in the garden where dead roses once grew.
An Aphrodite beauty this poor soul once knew!
R.J. Lindley, June 9th, 1981
Sonnet, ( Wherein Fate , Time And Hope So Oft Collides )
And under sun's radiant blessings, beauty its fruits offers.
Sol radiantibus sub bona fructus praebet speciem.
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(3.)
Aching And Breaking Into Tender Bone
As Fate points its crooked little finger,
In this true-heart your beauty yet lingers
Aching and breaking into tender bone
A frozen copy of the hardest stone
Are the blues of the darken death singer.
While life dares the old rainbow to vanish
I pray now my dreams can your love banish
Was it not romantic truth you slayed
As with your vanity you love played
Fled to Mexico to love in Spanish.
No more illusion, your magic died
Same night this soul mercilessly cried
A broken victim, saw your wicked lies
And unabashedly let out roaring cries!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet, ( Conquering The Ghost Of First Lost Love )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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