Thank I, That Purity of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills
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(1.)
Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills
(Inspired by verses that came to me, inspired by Nina's blog)
Her soliciting eyes, gift promises of hot flaming Love.
As ruby red, sensual lips offer honey from above
She golden, romantic goddess born of heavenly skies
Presents beauty, fantastic ardor that we mortals so prize!
Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.
Thank I, that purity of heart's deepest romantic trills
Echoes vibrations that seek to stir our Love that over-spills
Into longings, honey dreams set on tables of bright fruits
As richest feasts, that our mortal desires so deeply suits!
Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.
Relive I, songs in night trysts that her kisses did inspire
Delirious and eager burns of her sexual fires
Where we woke to dawn's brilliant and enchanting golden rays
And with united hearts, bowed our grateful heads to pray!
Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.
Years have so swiftly flown by, now poetic heart recalls
Yesterdays of Love, its treasures in its great golden halls
Such grandeur, truest of grace in her passionate embrace
Brought eternal longings such as no power can erase!
Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows.
Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15- 2015
Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed )
(2.)
Words Carried By Art-winds That Poetry Blows
When in a dying poet's last born gasp,
brilliant new verse his sad soul thus sings.
In its truth, those rewarded may this grasp
beauty is its renewed birth, each Spring.
From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.
Death rides a black horse called Fated Time
its galloping hooves, covered in blood red.
Against all of mankind's dark, barbaric crimes
its race victorious when each is dead!
From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.
Words carried by art-winds that poetry blows
through whispering canyons of paradise.
Their weights beyond what infinity knows
and in hope that life's and love may suffice!
From gentle spirit, happiness is born.
From this savage world, poet's heart is torn.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2019
Rhyme, Second poets tribute Series
Fifth poet honored, Alexander Pushkin
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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