Sweetest of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips
This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song
I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught
What ego so swells, it will also burst;
As man walks in darkness his steps faltered
In that weaken heart, black enters and grows,
He becomes a horse so firmly haltered
It rests between death's first destroying rows.
This my heart cries out, is but a sad song-
Man is a creature doomed to his demise,
He walketh edge of abyss, helped along
By each tempting lust evil can devise.
When sorrows demand, I death must embrace
I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"!
R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979
Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails)
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Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips
Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips
echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken
we had collided as love seeking ships
that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken.
With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires
our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found
gave us cause to join love's hottest desires
and with fervor beg for chains to be bound.
Now in paradise berth, we each swore all
of deep passions to entwine in love's grip
fighting this hard world, united stand tall
swearing to never let true romance slip.
Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves.
We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given)
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