Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

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POEM NUMBER ONE

 

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016

Sonnet, ( Remembering where the wolf prowls and the panther hunts )

Native American blood speaks.

Syllables Per Line: 

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Total # Syllables: 140

Total # Words: 100

 

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POEM NUMBER TWO

Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2016
Sonnet, ( Looking at Winter In a Different Light )
100 words

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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100

Note - Each year without fail, the last few days of August, 
ever since my early childhood I start thinking about Winter's
bitter wrath and its destruction on the weak creatures. I can
only guess, my puppy somehow getting outside that bitter cold
night and freezing to death, had a lasting and deeply profound
effect on me.
For even now, with my understanding of Nature's finely tuned 
purpose (ITS FRAME NOT BROKEN), in disposing of the weak to keep
the strong alive I still start to get those blues well before the bitter cold arrives.
THAT THINKING HIT ME EARLY THIS MORN AS I WALKED OUT INTO

MY FRONT YARD TO A CHILLY MORN, IN AUGUST, HERE IN THE SOUTH.
Thus I came back in to jot down these verses and remind myself-- tho'
man may despair, Nature follows its purpose with greatest of care!

Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land

(1.)
Where Green Forests Wrap Desirous Land

Across the midnight divide in a shroud,
this soul sails upon glistening gold wings.
There with vanity and what pride allowed,
my seeking heart wanders along and sings.

Beneath snow covered summit my joy shouts
where green forests wrap the desirous land.
To find me, hire the greatest Native scouts
for I move on with the animal band.

Near to the sweetest flowing river's banks
each morn, I rise to give eternal praise.
Give this, my Native American thanks,
escaped I, from dark cities wretched haze!

Deep in that huge divide my spirit dwells,
no longer enduring man's living hells.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-13 2016
Sonnet, ( Remembering where the wolf prowls and the panther hunts )
Native American blood speaks.
100 words..

(2.)Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Icy Frame

Saddest blues flow through winter's icy frame
Even when its cold winds no longer chill.
Sure, white snow at Christmas garners great fame
Oft forgetting blizzards God's creatures kill.
Horrible sights seeing, hard frozen scenes
Realizing death travels in its breath.
Bitter truth, I found in my early teens
When my puppy escaped and froze to death.
Yes, I was far too young to understand
Winter is Nature, as death to living.
When seeing, ice frozen across the land
Heart yearning for Springs new, greener givings.

That moment, those sad blues are tossed away
Anticipating Spring's first warm green day.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2016
Sonnet, ( Looking at Winter In a Different Light )
100 words

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M. L. Kiser December 1, 2019 at 11:12 AM Powerful pens that are so true about the winter season; beautiful yet treacherous periods that leave us wanting spring again. Thank heaven that spring comes again. Robert Lindley December 2, 2019 at 5:00 PM Thank you my friend. Spring and Summer are my seasons. I as a youth thought each was a heavenly gift.

Aqua Marine December 1, 2019 at 1:29 AM Hi Robert, two personal writes that reveal the depths of a sensitive poet's soul with deep appreciation, and respect for nature's extremes of exquisite beauty that lifts the inner being, and also its innate harshness that is often not respected as should be..I feel deeply distressed about your puppy freezing to death- the horrors of some experiences linger with us all our lives...(Warm regards and Hugs, ) Aqua. M Aqua Marine December 1, 2019 at 1:36 AM I have always admired the Native Americans deep respect for Nature- and for their respectful use of natural resources, that showed their deep understanding of systems and cycles that respectfully needed to be kept in place for future generations. Tbe abuse if the natural world is like humans committing suicide for greed and corruption. Very sad! (((Hugs)))

Caren Krutsinger November 30, 2019 at 2:39 AM "Horrible sights seeing, hard frozen scenes Realizing death travels in its breath." You are bringing the horror of winter into the forefront of my mind here. Well done! Robert Lindley December 1, 2019 at 6:53 AM Thank you my friend.For me the negatives of winter far far outweigh any of its positions es God bless.

David Mchattie November 29, 2019 at 10:11 PM Well penned my friend. Winter is the only time I get anything done so I'm a fan. And there is nothing like 40 below to stop the crazy people from moving here. Stay frosty. Robert Lindley December 1, 2019 at 6:52 AM Thank you my friend. Winter turns this world from its bright colors to a depressing gray.