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Truth, Poetry, the Pen a Sword, the Heart a Shield

Truth, Poetry, The Pen A Sword, The Heart A Shield 

A poet composes tho' few may read
Forever the heart, secrets sets to bleed
And in midst of darkness, whom can deny 
Insidious black falling from sorrow's sky
Or the abyss born from that failing hope
Or calamitous storms from horoscopes
Yet time so spins with its soul-sister Fate
And whatever may dare come, calmly waits.

A poet needs not bread and praise to win
Nor favors from angel with silken skin
Rather writing's ardor, hope's sweet promise
With faith in courage, life cannot dismiss
Set with truth and light to thus further see
Than ocean tides that splash to disagree
Yet time so spins with its soul-sister Fate
And whatever may dare come, calmly waits.

A poet may yield to sorrows' tears bring
From June's glow be blinded to birds that sing
Fail to acknowledge golden moon's soft glow
Or gasp at shining beauty of fallen snow
Walk amidst shadows, steeped in deep pain
Thus relive tragedy again and again
Yet time so spins with its soul-sister Fate
And whatever may dare come, calmly waits.

A poet may write of hope to arise
From dark culminations of angry skies
Board a new ship, set sail to oceans cross
Heal the soul, write to overcome the loss
Look to future to light and love reward
Admit living tis so oft sadly hard
Yet time so spins with its soul-sister Fate
And whatever may dare come, calmly waits.

A poet must with courage new paths blaze
Towards horizon's promise, castles raise
Seek love's light and with new calm enjoy
Dear life and with conviction thus employ
Pen and paper to heart's desires compose
Remember beauty of poetry why he chose
Heavenly blessings life and love may bring
Wake to dawn's stirring glows, arise to sing

A poet can word splash, into parades
Stir up life, to defeats world's sad charades
From morn's bright gems to evening's delight
Suit armor, bravely dare to win the fight
Stop storming of fortress that love hath made
Recall oaths, and the part romance played
Heavenly blessings life and love may bring
Wake to dawn's stirring glows, arise to sing.

A poet composes tho' few may read
A poet needs not bread and praise to win
A poet may yield to sorrows' tears bring
A poet may write of hope to arise
A poet must with courage new paths blaze
A poet can word splash, into parades
A poet must with courage new paths blaze
A poet can word splash, into parades.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-08-2022
Rhyme, 
( Truth, Poetry, The Pen A Sword, The Heart A Shield )


Note: 

From a new blog in the making - 
""   That Which A True Poetic Heart Must Not Deny""
Blog as yet not presented here…. RJL…

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Lady Labyrinth Date: 4/12/2022 7:41:00 AM A poet feeds the seed planted in the core of his heart, nurturing it darkly when light shines and his eyes weary and heavy with the seeing, wish to close, a poet possesses strength in the silence different from all the others know, a poet draws the sword and invokes Caim, circling within a sacred stone where the love of one never lost always stays close. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 4/14/2022 4:54:00 AM My friend, some poets relish exorcisms. With sword sharpened, drawn and at the ready. They cut the wicked beast and slay its minions too. Those that deal with that kind of darkness, that kind of black shadow driven attacking, fortify their shield and never let their sword rust in its scabbard. As their pen and ink slashes, this dark world profits from their efforts and their own power grows ever stronger, imho... God bless. Lady Labyrinth Date: 4/13/2022 6:41:00 PM humour me, I relate well to the suicidal poets, though my shield is cracked it's not broken enough to take me on the same journey. Grief and depression seem to go hand in hand with poets/writers/musicians/artists. I find when the black dog muse needs an exorcism, the humourists and the romantics bring the sunshine in. Robert Lindley Date: 4/12/2022 3:12:00 PM Anne-Sexton, yes perhaps, I should set my sails one day to do a tribute series about and to that massively talented and wise soul... God bless... Robert Lindley Date: 4/12/2022 3:10:00 PM Thanks much, my dear friend.... As rising flower grows, sad heart eagerly seeks Relief from vanity and this world's dark sent shows That make aching minutes seems as hard seething weeks. Of winter's wrath, its blizzards of death bringing snows........ A poet realizes the poison spring that erupts to scar the soul. To bring in the massive sorrows and scorch the ground. To wake to counter such, to speak without reserve. That which dedication its powerful strength has gifted. And lifelong love of poetic writing has so bountifully bred.. Lady Labyrinth Date: 4/12/2022 7:41:00 AM https://allpoetry.com/poem/8505443-Courage-by-Anne-Sexton

Paula Goldsmith Date: 4/8/2022 10:40:00 AM I like this write and the ending. Good to see you writing. Have a blessed day/weekend.................. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 4/10/2022 3:33:00 AM Thank you, my friend. This was born from the soul and heart composing about the essence of poetry, the dedication to writing that a poet must have. And with that the benefits to a person, or to this world that poetry is. Tho' many may not see that- it is the truth.... God bless...