Vicissitudes of a Rambling Life Once Lived

Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived 

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.

I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first 
took the hardest of trails, making life my own way
with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse
winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day
crying for lost lover, bitter agony found
steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might
with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound,
stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight.

I have my sights set on living with undue haste
waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread
discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste
walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead
carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong
ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde
broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song
barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford.

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain
master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean
opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve
lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens,
vigilant against those rascals born to deceive.


Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020
Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh )

Syllables Per Line:	
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Total # Syllables:384
Total # Words::::282

Note: 
O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained
O' to be innocent again, no longer stained
O' to be healthy again, a man of my own
O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown. 

And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear
And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear
And in his heart again, darkness forever gone
And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020



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Date: 9/7/2020 11:53:00 AM
Your title is the herald to the majesty and might of your pen, Robert, and aptly foreshadows the seasonal blooms and scars, the ups and downs and the wonders and disappointments of mortal life. A deep, immersive piece. A dramatic gem of exquisite thought and artistry. A master work of shining rhythmic rhyming poetry, my dear friend. The soul of this poem long to reach ever higher. A fav! Warmest wishes always, Robert.. ~Susan
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Robert Lindley
Date: 9/7/2020 4:50:00 PM
Thank you my dear friend for your acknowledging the depths and merits of this truly heartfelt piece.. God bless...
Date: 7/17/2020 12:31:00 AM
This biography of hardship and regret is masterfully crafted, my friend. A deeply involving journey.
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Date: 7/17/2020 11:56:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Life constantly proves to me that people the world over, will always prefer to not place art above their own egos, self interests and vanities. Human nature repeatedly proves that one must reach a higher plateau in order to view Art, view Poetry without envy, disdain and /or any of the other lesser qualities that mankind as a fallen creature has been cursed with..
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