Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme Royal

What My Day Was Like and Why My Feet Are Sore

What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore

I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, 
down this trail into oblivion.
gasping at the light, the beams 
spinning and from thin air
a melody, not the kind you think
more of a stomping the gourd
and drinking myself under
two crowns and my head spins off
whistling Dixie and promising to live
a hermit in a cave
eating stardust and baying at the moon
watching stars twinkle and speak in riddles
this old soul arguing back 
and swearing to never ever lie
no sin tomorrow
but today any damn thing goes
to the hell hounds
trailing a dragon that seeks the princess
never found, but her slippers ruby red
she that watches me sleep
breaks my alarm and leaves me
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
as sunset draws near its opens
spitting out charms
into my willing hands
truth sees me and winks
saying Rob what shall you do tomorrow
I reply, shut up
these sandwiches tastes like bugs
his reply, yes son that is  
my super-duper extra special sauce, roasted bugs
for breakfast Monday you get worms
I grimace and shout, Lord save me
my good friends are hideous. 

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, Jan. 17TH 1979

Note- Weekend fifth made it until 10 pm Saturday night.

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Sotto Poet August 24, 2023 at 3:28 PM Robert, your poem is truly a masterpiece. The way you have written it is absolutely brilliant. It captivates me from the moment I read the opening lines, where you describe the pressure you feel as if heavy lead bricks were tied to your feet, pulling you towards an abyss of nothingness. It is incredibly moving, dear Robert. Robert Lindley August 25, 2023 at 3:54 AM Thank you, my friend. Yes, I had some very trying times in my young life. And most of those hard time involved relationships with women. During the hippie era in USA, so many of them turned to the free loving stage and could not be true to the relationship they were in. I on the other hand was was loyal to the relationship and expected the same in return. God bless..

Robert Lindley August 24, 2023 at 3:41 AM I was a wild young man. And worked at that time either five 12 hours shifts, or else six 12 hour shifts each week. But I still found the time to write poetry.

Valsa George August 23, 2023 at 10:23 PM The pressure of this poem weighs me down with its very opening lines- "I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, down this trail into oblivion." To slip into oblivion is so very painful. One's existence 'like a hermit in a cave' speaks so much ! Very poignant dear Robert ! Robert Lindley August 24, 2023 at 3:47 AM Thank you, my friend. I had original written her a two page romantic poem, sent it to her but she refused to read it and burnt it. That was a bad relationship that I should have seen earlier on was not going to work, as she was far too jealous. Thanks for your insightful and very nice comment. God bless you.

Hiya Sharma August 23, 2023 at 8:42 PM This definitely is a very deep write reflecting the vulnerability of being pushed in oblivion and never seemingly being able to caressed by the manifestation of a better tomorrow. "I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet" This itself captured my attention! "Eating stardust and baying at the moon" What a breathtaking line! "Watching stars twinkle and speak in riddles".. Such evocative lines.. Brilliantly done! Robert Lindley August 24, 2023 at 3:43 AM Thank you, my friend. My live at that time was a mess. I had a bad breakup with my girlfriend and we tried to get back together but it ended badly again. I finally realized it was her not me. Go d bless you

Eve Roper August 23, 2023 at 8:02 PM Promises of I will, but never to see the light of day. They say we become our parents, not this girl, I chose a different route. Enjoyed reading, Robert. Many blessings my friend. Robert Lindley August 24, 2023 at 3:35 AM Thank you, my friend. Great that you yourself chose a different path and thus l life. I also did that too. I lived far differently than did my parents. God bless you. certainly li8