What of Humanity, Life and Happiness Lost, Sonnet Doubles
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Poem number (1.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, ( Doubles), ( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind )
Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words::::::122
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Poem Number (2.)
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, (Doubles), ( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts )
Syllables Per Line:0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables::112
Total # Words::::::90
Sonnet doubles, a look at this dark world...RJL
(1.)
What Of Humanity, Life And Happiness Lost
Dark spirit, sad heart battling against mortal mind
sad breath of warfare and its slashing bloody blades
aftermath, in death's red-gore, truth hard to find
and those so slain, sad march in Hades' ghost parades!
What of Humanity, Life and Happiness lost
gleaming bright dawns millions will never again see
woe, hideous price paid, at highest of dear costs
dregs of hate and unseen loss to both you and me!
Can living bring joy, or loving bring needed peace
will death with its red-laced hand our demise delay
or Time, its steady winds bring that sweetest release
as blood-lust power demands war forever stays!
Alas! We each must face world's ravenous deep dark!
In this churning ocean, hide from Death's hungry shark!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, ( Doubles),
( The Oft Unseen Ravages That Evil Heaps Upon Mankind )
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(2.)
Flames Cooking, Life's Slow Coming Feast
Meat in black iron pot stewing
while life's troubles are dark brewing
night brings its hidden blacken paths
frailty of flesh in its deep wraths.
Flames cooking, life's slow coming feast
wicked the meal ate by the beast
night only dies when sun peeks out
morbid loud moans racing death's shout!
Pot now steaming, flames shine below
futile dreaming, pain all poets know
in the oven, baking fresh bread
please free me, words too often said!
Black curse meal cooked by hungry beast.
No time to wretch, rancid the feast!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-20-2020
Sonnet, (Doubles),
( Fires That Burn To Cook Wicked Feasts )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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