Three Tribute Poems, Composed By Me, For Longfellow Blog

Three Tribute poems-- composed by me, For Longfellow blog…. (1.) Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns The rays of morn took their first golden breath Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists Demanding night accept its coming death! Triumphant crowns! Dawn's first yawning, a parade of new dreams Waking Fate and its ever growing lists With dancing echoes of showers to fall Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists Birthing flowers born from resplendent streams! Triumphant crowns! Sweet the softest callings of better days With man rising to earn his daily bread And Nature singing true to cheer life's all Earth no longer mourning yesterday's dead Future hope setting sail as sunbeams play! Triumphant crowns! Humanity follows its usual course While bright blue-set skies rejoice overhead Teeming hordes traversing their daily treks Across well-worn pathways from life well fed Amidst the carnage of loss and remorse! Triumphant crowns! Father Time speaks demanding to be heard Above the din of crowds surging about Commanding its fleeing hours to obey Sternly obeyed were its arrogant shouts And the infinite powers of each word! Triumphant crowns! Sun was setting, its daily chores all done Mortals noted the rapid fleeing light All had felt the ever changing new course Some with increasing joy, others with fright Dark shadows arose screaming lets have fun! Triumphant crowns! The moon sped brightly forth taking top stage Stars came twinkling across heavenly skies The wise old owl took its same midnight flight Night spread its woven cloak of evil lies While sleeping crowds await first new rage! Triumphant crowns! The rays of morn took their first golden breath Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists Demanding night accept its coming death! Triumphant crowns! Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2021 Romanticism, ( That Man Could Wake To See Coming Of Eternity ) Blog poem. ***** (2.) Love's Fever Burns In The Air, As We Kiss Anew As my angel passed by, sweet the rustling leaves And amidst world's accursed worries, life so grieves Her soft footfalls, gift promise of far better days Removing anguish birthed by darkened greys A reprieve if you will, a blessing to arrive A soft gentle breeze, love proving one is alive! As she looks at me, her glowing smile, beaming bright My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight For such is a treasure so truly Heaven sent Bountiful gift, to relieve such earthly torment And wouldst I dare to question this exquisite gift As just mere sight of her this spirit so uplifts! As my bliss turns to my asking is this a dream Is it a spell, fairies casting a golden stream Nay, lonely heart replies, this is romance born true Love's fever burns in the air, as we kiss anew She grabs my hand and whisper darling, shall we dance Again, we enter paradise of our romance! As she looks at me, her glowing smile, beaming bright. My heart begs this eager soul, pray to hold on tight! Robert J. Lindley, Romanticism, ( The Fever Of Love, If A Mere Dream, May I Never Wake ) Blog poem. ***** (3.) That Summer Day At That Resplendent, Ancient Weeping Tree Around that tall, wide spread ancient weeping tree Where singing meadows and smiling sky looking down Upon a wandering searching child, namely me Far, very far away from our small farming town Gazing up to see where hides the Olympic gods Seeking life's approval by their wizened nods! Yet the gods had vanished leaving bright blue sky Its deep beauty, vestige of all that was to be I stood transfixed, bravely questioning the why Could not life and happiness be given for free Puzzled by the cold hard-set silence falling down At last seeing, fled were the gods with their false crowns! As such thoughts invaded a newly minted mind A child decided best to further knowledge seek For how ever was a soul to life's great truths find And verify, blessings come to those humbly meek Thus acknowledge power of words my father spoke And prove too, life was love, light- God's masterful stroke! That summer day at that resplendent, ancient weeping tree. I found truth- God put an innocent, loving soul in me. Robert J. Lindley, 2-16-2021 Romanticism- ( A poetic narrative, Wherein One Great Truth Was Found )