Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift

I. Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift ( Mille viri sententia agere nescit donec suscipit calamum scribere.) For a brief spell, I hung my hammock in the shade of the ancient tall oak tree, that God's word hath made beneath glorious canopy, spread deep and wide all the better to weeping soul, cleverly hide denying light's full force, its exposing powers and in needed respite dream, wile away lost hours! Later arose, need to avoid acorns cast down and that too painful welt made upon lazy crown realization that life too gives crashing hits among stormy woes and other troublesome fits too oft setting upon otherwise weary soul that prefers lazy day fishing with a cane pole! While rehanging hammock in dusty old farm barn came thoughts of, "Little Poinsinet", *Thackeray's yarn flooded in and as such distraction does so yields I far better saw, how Time can build stronger shields against ravages life and woes are so sure to bring this heart then raced to beg for sprouting of new Spring! Spring, its promises of meadows and fields of green cool winds blowing, birds sweet singing, flower birthed scenes new hope, that Life, Night-dreams and Father Time may gift treasures that may be found in destiny's new shift to happiness, magnificent powers to heal as manna from Heaven, ones newest Fated Meal! Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2019 Rhyme, ( Composed under the whip of a returned and angry muse ) 1. "Little Poinsinet" referenced from The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray: -10. Sketch books 1868... Note: One may find that it is not enough to voluntarily expose ones breast for arrows to be targeted upon. It becomes necessary to shield beating heart from their poisoned tips. As venom has a way of building up to bring deep agony, epic pain and if left to gain more, even death. A wise and prudent soul must face the fact, that oft being kind, true and giving- invites an onslaught of arrow volleys-- as punishment for Evil so dearly hates the exposure that Truth, Kindness, Light and Love brings to its darkness, and its attempts to hide its constant destruction and venomous renderings in this our too oft darkened realm of human life. II. As Morn's Radiant Glow Sets Right, With Blessings Born Each Day As oblivion looms large, within after-midnight mists dawn's waiting murmurs, shuffle into red brick lines as cry out sad hearts and souls, beat down by black-iron fists all flourishing before new sun's bright ray first shines! Pity unto those, that such haunting thoughts and visions see then hear echoes screaming, this harsh darkness thus reigns under starlit skies and amidst sorrows and weeping pleas decrying uselessness of what mortal man oft attains! Begging relief by supplications throat'ed in dark dreams and in hope that Light will, such cursed aberrations slay and flow in clear waters from lakes birthing forgiveness streams as morn's radiant glow sets right, with blessings born each day! Hold firm and so right, truth of goodness within Divine Light Knowing powers of Darkness, yields to that of Divine might. Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2019 Sonnet, ( Life Lessons Learned, From Each New Dawn's Promise ) III. Setting Out Dawn's Truth And Red Sunset Resplendent Glows An old poet sang to morn, it rained like a fountain he danced to gleaming moon, as it lit upon a mountain Dawn returned, its soft glow resting on his weathered brow beyond the moment, over the green hills, he heard a moo'ing cow Thus was inspired to render verses that praised mother's milk, as smooth as newborn babe's skin and as soft as new-spun silk! Young poet saw her sitting there, just as an angel should a beautiful fairy princess, in dreamland forested woods In an instant, his pen found hungry paper to soon soak blessed in truest love, his love trance never to be broke Now her slave, to this vision he had so wondrously found, black inked words, its deep romance - he was forever bound! A muse sat on a golden horse, its bridle silver lace holding emerald mirror, reflecting each poet's face Setting out dawn's truth and red sunset resplendent glows muse flung forth poetry's word-seeds so that its glory grows With a knowing nod, a sly wink to each, sent verses vast within poetry's magic realm, die was forever cast! Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2019 Rhyme, ( What Time, Poetry And Its Muse Once Welded Together ) IV. She With Bluest Eyes And Tangerine Smile She with bluest eyes and tangerine smile sultry lips, her sex appeal reaching miles gave voice to desires resting within me brought a calm that caused heart not to flee. Yet I saw, a flicker in those bright blue eyes that promised sad sorrow, a later goodbye a fleeting glimpse warning soul to beware defeated by her million dollar stare! Blissful months flew by, and life was quite grand we ate hot-romance, dancing hand in hand then like a lightning strike sorrow was born from this grateful heart her love was thus torn. Not slow fading as others had so been hers was a sound breaking flight, ten times ten as I look back, huge tears well up and fall I beg her true love, the one I recall. Now an old man, sits watching river run musing on youth, its almost endless fun fishing with naked hook, as morn slow flies remembering sunny days, her blue eyes. Watching as sun races on farther west daydreaming of love lost, one that was best one that simmered, cooking romance meal one that stirs this soul, to again so feel. R.J. Lindley, 8-10-2019 Rhyme, ( Why Precious Memories Are Treasures Indeed ) Note: Never again can the treasures of youth be gained. As Time and Fate play a one-way shuffling game If blessed one has memories to in old age share Even if life is oft harsh, sometimes it is also fair Seen if one weighs their past against that looming end And finds a broad smile, one that recalls both lovers and dear friends