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Details | Shape |
================================================== u m b i l i c a l c o r d Is This Nature's Glory As a quarry? Alone and at peace A life, a new lease I pull up a piece of land Take a little time to mend This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch Then lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand In sincere motion - there is a fusion I can do I can do Never say can't So I must chant Let my body meld With this forest held tight Me alone a window into the future slightly opened Maybe we are all like moths to a flame - penned ==================================================

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016




Details | Romanticism |
Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
 ( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.

Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.

Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Nicola Byrne
 5-22-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Since time immemorial across the Universe—
Traces of my vapor, my dust trails, my footprints, my being
Light up the skies of innumerable planets etching themselves
Indelibly in the consciousness of the stars and making visible
Impressions in the cold continuum of deep dark space.

I’m mere particle matter—in reality, an iota of infinity that
Continues its travel through time and space and all dimensions
Visiting the vast frontiers of the Universe while leaving minute
Traces of my Cosmic DNA.

I’m part of the Universe’s great existential family—
My quest is to travel, to arrive, to be one with everything I touch,
And to savor a continuous divine purpose. 

What unbounding possibilities there are as I traverse the far 
Outreaches of dark space on Flight Paths of Eternity.

And sometimes I’m a part of rainbows that kiss the Face of God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (March 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
            Flowers Emerge

Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature 
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip    
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them    
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield.  Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace  
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last 
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
 

11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Nearly everyday, the 
     nascency of new lives 
         never fails to inspire;
Nature's numinous blush 
     narrates an old story -
Nightingale or nacre, 
     noble designs of God.


05/01/2017

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.

Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.

Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.

May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.

Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.


Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to .. 
Any time my friend...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.


A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.




Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Time: T minus 3 minutes
Launch Control: It's a go
He's in love
going where
he's never gone before
with the woman
a light brown goddess
that hurtles him into outer space...

Mission Control: You're go for launch
Launch Control:  Roger
all rockets fire
like lava from a volcano
red orange, yellow flames
I am in zero gravity
as her lips touch mine
I am weightless...

I pass the sun
asking it about the Big Bang
the sun replied
it's great to become...

I wave to Orion
as he faces the charging Taurus
giving them a wink
through my small portal...

I have always dreamed
of exploring the Milky Way
and to see the stars
the way she launches me
from ground zero...

I can't wait
until tomorrow night
to once again
put on my space suit
and board her shuttle
this lady I've dreamed of....

Countdown
to another lift off!

Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame


Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of salt in every spit

  
Lost on pathways that breathe my aches
Prod me restless as I sever the chase
Between day and night and promises I made
To myself, armed only with a dying flame


Days sinking past like a slow tide
no softness, that one could abide
As years sent life into a dark spin
easy came toughness, pain and sin


I have seen more than I ever could
Branches of bitterness carved deeply in wood  
Wandering eyes dismissed them as facades of a man
Who fell victim to the ride as the years fell down

  
Is there saving grace if I stop at none
I may have foreseen it all but I doubted I’d come
To terms with myself and make me turn around
From the edge of this cliff and fade away void of sound 

  
Then came love trying its very best
softness, weakness in every test
Blade drawn to parry each thrust
to live on never daring to trust

  
Swiftly gone like a bygone air
I may be nothing more than despair’s heir
Constricted by premises that haunt every corner
Shutting my eyes will mean absolute surrender

  
A weak moment, hell bore on down
life melted, each day a new frown
Love had been accepted with grace
she left without a path to trace

  
Sad night , the fight no great cause
clocks stopped, universe hit pause
Time yielded no forgiving reprieve
love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve

  
I was again left to remain
I have but myself to blame
When the rain comes to ease the pain
I know I’ll be whispering your name

12-3-2014

Collaboration write, Robert Lindley and my very talented friend,  Jake Ponce.
Here is hoping that you may enjoy this humble team effort .
Has been my great honor to write with my friend Jake!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
Day Goddess at Night
  (a collaboration)

Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.

Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.

Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!

Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.

Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure

Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?

Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:

They've come to patron her lovely, 
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure

Robert J. Lindley & Keith O.J. Hunt, 
12-19-2015

Note: Keith , thanks for gifting me, the pleasure and honor of 
penning verses with you. Your poems and magnificent classic style 
verses always speak to me and have often given me inspiring thoughts
 my good friend.
Any time.. Thanks...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
We Loved Her In Vain

The bones of your life lay there
you were gifted far too fair
You travelled a path far alone
before we saw, you were gone

The castles you left so pure
truth was part of your allure
Did you gift us your very best?
or save that for your new quest

Sunday morns you would go walk
there, strange dancing as you talk
Your return consumed us with glee
loved in your sight only me

You are now very deeply missed
we adored you, were not kissed!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-14 2014

Syllables Per Line:  7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7 0 8 7  
Total # Syllables:  102  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  87 

Note: I am deep into math, love numbers and patterns.
I wanted to create a poetry form . So I took two special
 years of my life to start the foundation for a new form.
Years 1977 and 1987, thus I chose 77, 87.
Developed the form as sonnet type based with 14 lines but
 with a syllable count as shown above comprised of three 
four line stanzas, followed by a two line conclusion.
Rhyme scheme to be aa, bb, cc, dd, ee, ff  with ending couplet gg
Perfect form would be to hit the max number of word count of 87. 
with each stanza syllable count flowing as shown above,
7,7,8,7 , 7,7,8,7  7,7,8,7  8,7 
Total words(perfect) to be maxed at 87 and minimium word total to 
be 77 words.
If interested give it a try... to stretch your poetic muscles.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |


A tinge of gold revealed in sunset's blink
upon its face, caressed by foamed bubbles
marvelous starfish, draped in pearl and pink,
lucent as  fluid rails of ocean walls.
I stoop to claim the gift left there for keeps
and hold it to the sky flashed with moonlight ,
to revel at this sculpture from tide's leaps...
its disc gracefully twisting like a kite
where a belly swishes with the ebbing tide
leaving aqua-rocks to glint like dimpled foil:
a glory belonging only to nature, never ever
to the possession of human hands.



To A --Contest of David Lindsay
7/19/2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Golden moments of a man’s solitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Caught within life are the mountains of stone
Awe inspiring view of man’s fortitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Through a silent song, love’s nature atones
Breath taking heartbeats of the altitudes
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Peaceful home in the trials, each to his own
Seasons renew with humble attitudes
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,
of gracious gifts, in their amplitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
All of His creation, in its self does grown
Alone with God is a sufficient multitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
Where Now Shines Light and Love


Far, far, far away rejected darkened hate
now banished into its own gloom.
That black fog that did so dictate
the misery in my lonely room!

Pain, pain, pain was its desired fruit
I, a mere vassal to its decrees.
Finally found was its bitter root
hiding down deep as the seas!

Swift, swift, swift came the decision
to rip out one nasty, evil tree.
With deepest thought and precision
soul ripped the seed from me!

Hope, dearest hope now rests in that hole.
Where now shines love, always a worthy goal!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-12-2015

Note- A sonnet to remind me, darkness has a 
seed that grows from within. Cut out the 
seed--light and love comes back in.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.


Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I admire the tree in silence.
The way it clings to the rock
And works its way down into the river
Down into the earth.
I think about the knowledge of man.
All the things that men have told me
about the tree – about botany or biology.
They have said this
They have said that
Words whispered into the air and gone in time.
Knowledge is worthless in comparison to beauty
This tree is magnificent
And that is enough for me.

Copyright © Dean Marais | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
How Fine Life Is To man, When His Crops Are All Green

Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find.

Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope
Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope.
Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail,
Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell.

With that thought, I can find another gentle peace!

Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene.
How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green.
Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul.
He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role.

With that thought, I can find another sweet release!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016

My new sonnet form.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
She washes her face with her tears 
Hiding behind a veil of fears
Upon her sleeve sits her heart
Making it easily torn apart
Swallowing a spoonful of regret 
Leaving her desperate for whatever she can get
Sadly she wears a crown of shame
Filling her pockets full of blame 
She washes away all these things 
Only to find she has wings

Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
In Love's Embrace This Soul Shall Flourish
(Collaboration Nicola Byrne and Robert Lindley)


“Beloved, forgive my reservations, for dismay has taken hold;
Though thy love has cast infinite smiles upon a jaded grimace,
I am bound by poisoned notions, of daring actions and desire so bold.
Oh how, in thy impassioned embrace, I have found divine solace:
Lightning strikes me, a glow reverberating into the dusky twilight,
With every charged beating of my heart against thy shielding arms.
Only with you, can one hear the beauty of the lark’s song at night,
And feel warmth, more sublime than the midday sun’s inviting charms.

“I now spend my days longing for but one taste of thy tender lips,
And weep with thoughts that thou should ever tire of mine.
For thy love illuminates all darkness, and never shall eclipse
My undying adoration, for a most sincere heart, such as thine.
But I have become daunted and overcome with profound emotion, 
For untamed passion such as this, to me, was previously unknown.
If it be the case, that thou holdst even a glimpse of such devotion,
Rest assured that this captivated heart would eternally be thine own.”


          “Thy joyful smile brought deep light to this weary and lost soul,
          Every new dawn, gave desserts of thy soft, sweet nectar;
          Holding thy daring love became my truest and greatest goal,
          Praying I, not the tragic sad fate of Troy's dying Hector.
          We saw heavens shine and visited stars in brilliant glow,
          Each precious moment, I sought to always touch thy hand;
          My prayer is that my depth of passion shall always show, 
          To bring us to paradise, dancing to music of its golden band.

          “With the only future that could hold this passionate heart,
          Thy kiss, could bring a fearful spirit such fantastic relief.
          Shall we in eternal truth, vow to never, ever need a restart
          From any time apart, and such dark caverns of epic grief.
          My darling, accept this my forever promise in loving vow, 
          Where we will always seek each others soft, embracing touch;
          Even should we live only for joy in our passionate nights now,
          Know thy sweet depths of infinite love are returned just as much.”



Nicola Byrne
&
Robert J. Lindley 
2- 22, 2017

(The first half of this poem shows the words of a lady who is looking for some reassurance from her lover, that his is a lasting/committed love. The second part is the man’s response to her.)


Note. I have been honored by composing with Nicola, as her talent awes me and inspires me to improve my poetry. A truly wonderful poetess and a friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |
Is a dream really a dream, or is it not as it seems? Is a fantasy just a majesty of colored day beams? To be in the shadows always brought forth trepidation, but I opened my eyes to a whole new marvelous creation. When I saw the beauty of my castle in the twilit sky, my heart became weak and I didn’t know why. I saw the glory of a world I had never known, but it instantly felt like an unrealistic true home. To feel the day dream of a reverie I hold dear, gave me a sense of comfort I shall always hold near. Surrounded by emerald fields and azure clouded skies, freed me from redemption and opened up my eyes. I see fairies and hummingbirds float all around the land, as I watch a Monarch butterfly sit on my right hand. This is no make-believe world or a dream from slumber, nor is it a place for extreme lightning or thunder. It’s a Shangri-La of idealism with stunning views, carrying breathtaking colors of pink and yellow hues. A bridge made of gold with a rainbow above, a castle full of nobility, dignity and true love. This grandeur palace reveals sweet luminescence, carrying a whole new divinity and shining essence. Radiant sparkles of blazing meteor showers at night, and in the dawn lays dew drops only seen in the light. In Winter, snow-capped pine trees do grow, and in the Spring there’s a crystal clear river that glows. I never knew I could live in a castle full of such fascination, but I opened my eyes to a whole new marvelous creation. Building Castles In The Sky December 20, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.

Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.

Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.

'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.

------------------------------------------------

(C) 12th May 2017

ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme

10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)

For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)

Used the following word(s):

#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Classicism |
Miracula

So far away the secrets lie
Within ourselves, so deep they go
In catacombs of memory,
Ten thousand years below.

And life is an hour's sun
Upon a lonely island peak
Whose mighty base leviathan
Scarce roundeth in a week.

Yet every tiny flower and shell,
And every flash of human thought,
Are worlds as wide as Heaven and Hell,
As wonderfully wrought.

R.J. Lindley

Date-  Long ago...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |
Come To Me Love, So That Tender Heart Swells

Gone, our days dancing in the splashing rain
Awaiting the great mists of transcending time
My love, you taught me to ride a hurricane
Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes
Consider the moment you wake this coming morn
Walking streets paved with nameless stones
Grains of sand, pretending to be boulders
Cool winds grace the soft emerging twilight
Memories of crossing fires and true romance
Hold my loving hand gently in your hand
Your gold hair hung just right on your shoulders
Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom

Those sounds that now arrive in early morn
Those were golden days of splendor
Sit beside this gentle flowing stream
Morning dew glistens in anticipation
When I slumber where rushing waters play
River laps softly, a rainbow sings
Once I sought but love ran away
Climbing that hill, your heart within my soul
Hears that whisper, lovers in epic romance
You are my life, longing for you
The view, where led that path not taken
Who knew your forever was, a lover's query

Yet hope promises a new dawn each day
Dawn burst forth, earth was drinking its new rain
Goddess of my passion two hearts a'praying
Sunshine embraces my soul, drinking from mercy's cup
In sky's thundering heart, weeping for your sweet hand
We are but a mere blink, Fall sets to turn
Huge blue eyes that speak, seek fairness and love
On the high mountaintop I see the stars
We walked the night sands, moon shining down
Nights so love-locked in your arms, fill up a scroll
Caressing virgin soil, with soft caring hands
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide

Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017

Romanticism

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
With Beauty Greater Than A Peacock's Preen

Of all the great new dawns, Spring gifts the best
With sunbeams racing to glisten new green.
In all of Nature, she survives each test
With beauty greater than a peacock's preen.
Thy teeming wildlife, most welcomed minions
O' friend, thy gifts sing in so many ways.
With sweet Hope and Truth thy bold companions
From day's promise to final ending rays.
When new grass sings its highest gracing songs
Thy miracle, telling this world to bow.
Thy birth, taught all that all truly belongs
To the whole, future promise and the now.

Of all the great new dawns, Spring takes the cake.
Why not celebrate each, for goodness sake?

3-28-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |
Spilling verses 
as if they were a life line
Thinly hanging on
In air
Hoping they go
Somewhere
Reaching 
Teaching
If not Preaching
A truth
To life
Giving meaning to
Always becoming a path
To our feet
Defying mere physics
Like walking on water.

Inking my way past
Adversity, while attempting to hold onto
Sanity in the midst of human travesty
Man made catastrophes by ego's
Pride.

Let it be so and so
Traveling words
More thunderous
Than dreams do allow
Spilling soul and fire
Flaming paths of
Prayer into the
Ether 
Burning insence
Catching the nostrils
Of God Himself or Herself
Raising attention to
Angels and Demons
Hear I am
Here we are
Racing time, in attempts
To move mountains from here to there
On Ledges where
Death no longer Stands, 
But stanza and sonnet command
Life is Eternal from mouth to
Hand
Affirming Our Generation
As a Genesis without Nemesis.

Reflecting in the
Mirror dimly is
Me,
 a word
The world has known
Thee a time or two
Casting spells
In rhyme and form
Where logos fluidly
And fluently
Speaks to Universe
And Word, Faithfully
Becomes Will
9x's and
The poet's verses
Declare projected
Prophecies.

Thus the word is done
From soul
With the power
Of Divine Expectations
Mystical ,but clear to
Listening Ears
Piercing bone and marrow
Awakening what was once feeble
In many.

May we now speak
With the tongues of Gods
Into unknown tomorrows
Beautiful Order Words
Into a world filled
With The Hope of Love
A solid fruition
Human Ascension
Into never ending Light
As plain as sight beyond sight.

Kevin Guru©2017
The Power of Words

Copyright © Kevin Mitchell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Romanticism |
 For Thy Hand, This Romantic Letter Sent
  (In Collaboration with Keith O. J. Hunt)

Always this, your dainty hand was most desirous goal
Depths of love, with swooning heart never before known;
Fair maiden, thy charms tempts deep longing soul,
With hottest tempest that has ever been blown.

Nightly, soft-dreams, send your sweet touch to please
Mind's eye, passion such plunder never before gained;
My enchantress, my mermaid from bluest of blue seas,
Thy beauty and honor I would never dare to stain.

In our romantic paradise, only your love speaks
Your image and soft touch gifts infinite pleasure;
Your blue, blue eyes - rose color of your cheeks,
Your every love-word this earth's golden treasure.

Prayers given with love-vows, hoping for this reality
That you bid me, as moon does surging tide;
To find thee, embrace our romance's pure clarity,
With love's rewards and brightest of futures on our side.

For these dreams we share are golden,
And the vast Earth compared 'tis but a little thing;
But for thy infinite lovely sweet with eternal beholden,
My grave is laid bare 'til my dearest's heart sings.

How the daisies sway for your whispered name
Were it not so I shall sip a hemlock's final drink;
Of a reaper's kiss I shall fastly fade....
And to no bright heaven I shall see, but the deep dark I sink.

Bright thy star twinkling in my eye
To hope everlasting thy soul sings soft and sweet;
Sweet recipes thy lovely sifts, deeper than deep blue sky
(Lush kisses when our souls come to meet).

I had not lived or breathed 'til I gazed my Angel-Dove;
Never knew a wondrous hue midst the splendor of paradise lands;
'Til my world shook for thee in the warmth of thy love:
I pledge with all I am, a million oaths;
My dearest, take my hand?

Robert J. Lindley and Keith O. J. Hunt
7-28-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017