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With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.J. Lindley
4-23 -1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Will You See Truth Beyond That Dark Stone Fence

Will You See Truth Beyond That Dark Stone Fence

Can you feel true heart in early dawn's light
soft grace and gentle winds in Spring's new flight.
Can soul feel Nature's benevolent course
from open mind, mankind's weakness divorce?

Hear morning doves as they sing out soft calls
let kindness escape from imprisoned walls.
Gather knowledge, true strength from mother Earth
seek truth in doing right with all your worth.

See brilliance in every golden sunset
cease striving for all earth's wealth you can get.
See Nature, its great eye-opening gifts
let grace come as your spirit it uplifts.

Will you see truth beyond that dark stone fence
find calm over world's chaotic suspense?

R.J. Lindley,
April 14th, 1982

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given

Sir Poet, Hold True To Thy Gifts Long Given


Sir poet, why hast thy broken thy true pen?
Are not thy words intended to help and heal?
Pray thee, returneth to world of gentle men,
Let both thy mind and fevered blood softly spill!

Sir poet, why hast thy burned thy greatest writes?
Are not thy word-gifts bearing much needed fruits?
Pray thee, this sad, dark world sees thy ink-bright lights,
Begs thy kind soul return to poetic roots!

Sir poet, write deep to heal thy wounded heart
Embrace yet again, thy soul's truest call to arms
Find thy calling, begin an earnest restart,
Seek thee to help not this rash act that so harms.

Sir poet, hold true to thy gifts long given
Join again, poet's rewards in true liven'.

R.J. Lindley
Sonnet (11)
Jan. 20th 1990

Syllables Per Line: 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 122

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Emerald Forests

Emerald Forests

Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.

Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.

If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.

Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016

Syllables Per Line: 10 
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 	108

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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A Shade From The Past

Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
                                                      
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
 
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands 
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine

Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes 

 
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables. 
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations

Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china 
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely

Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down

Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?




______________________________
Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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A Painter's Pine

The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak. Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks. Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man. The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some, or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade. Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed, all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid. My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame. So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down; monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Temptation Itches On All Living Things

Temptation Itches On All Living Things

Temptation itches on all living things
often nobody knows just how it stings,
not the icky-glues in its sticky pastes
nor the rotten fruits in its wasted wastes.

She the vixen nobody could resist
her vanishing pleasures - elusive mists,
long legs descend from heavenly skies
later, such dark pains in lamented cries.

Victim once thought to be heavenly bound
lost, voiceless, no understandable sound,
finds temptress, sexy wares designed to win
she that siren alluring to all men.

You scratch that itch, risking your own peril,
finding wounds that can never be sterile!

12-15- 2016


For Daniel Turner's , What Was I Thinking,  Contest
15 December 2016

Last verse inspiration, from his poem "Between the Lines

Couplet sonnet
Rhyme Scheme:  a a – b b – c c – d d – e e – f f – g g
10 syllables each line.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both

Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both

Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.

Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.

Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.

Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.

Robert J. Lindley,  11-13-2016

Sonnet form, Lin 11, 8  ...


Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8
Total # Syllables: 133 
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A 
Total # Words: 102

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

3-14- 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley

Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén.
Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	18 (Including empty lines)
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Total # Words: 103

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Potter's Wheel

Thousands of gentle caresses, soft touch, 
From the potter’s hands to properly guide
Tenuously stretching sides he might crush, 
If too much pressure his fingers provide.  

Young heart made of clay, forming on the wheel.  
To guide your unfolding, our sacred charge.
Push we must, yet your own shape you reveal.
A careful balance, an impact so large.

Kiln’s searing flame awaits, the piece’s trial.
But before, time drying, forming in place.
Away from well meaning hands and anxious smiles.
Then ceremonial paint brushed on face.

Tempered by scorching waves of heat, the bowl
Gleams triumphant, a grail to hold the soul.

3/5/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms.... 

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.

Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.

R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 	140
Total # Lines: 	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 	 
Total # Words: 	102

Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.

New Notes- 
1.  SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY.
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes. 
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head.
Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues,
cast jagged stones into his every night's bed.
He looking back at all his dear family now gone,
his broken soul cried- God release me please.
I am mortal man, made of mere flesh and bone,
my every path hard, nothing comes with gentle ease
Yet the spirit was strong and his heart held dreams,
hope that another day would great blessings bring.
Each night's prayer he found new flowing streams,
such that morn's new light made his joy sing

As each day brought its bricks and falling stones,
Hope, his greatest shield, prevented any broken bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2016 

Dedicated to all my friends here that give me hope each day.
Hope that life will give future blessings and my family will
be well and safe when I am gone.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.

When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.

Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands. 
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016

Sonnet

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Some may ask why I have not bit the dust
or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows.
I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust
nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows.
When in darkest night's long crawling shadow
my fighting spirit cries live on or bust.
You are no soft flower in a meadow
do as you may, dare to do what you must.
That moment, I see truth, joy and white light
a clarion call to hold the last fort.
Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight
calm blue seas and old ships safely at port.

Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes.
I answer, keeps me young and on my toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results 
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140 
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A 
Total # Words: 123

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Final Vow

The Final Vow

When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .

Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.

My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.

As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now

R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows
offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows.

Thinking back to love-nights we never slept
agony, I fell and viciously wept.
O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss
grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss.

Remember vows, we swore to never break
in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake.
My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand
Save me, that I may rise again to stand.

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!

R.J. Lindley
NOV.17TH 1975

Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair
from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare.
A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea

Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea

Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, sing softly to me.
Under starlit heavens, big yellow moon
Our fleeting lives vanish far, far too soon!

Where waiting sands absorb bold, mighty waves
further out lay, lost ships and lone sea graves.
Yet sadness can not diminish this view
Or hide the spot where I proposed to you!

I see again, star glow in your bright eyes
and hear that quick yes and your happy cries.
My darling, in this, our sweet tale lays bound
unbreakable vows, true love we both found!

Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, remind me of thee!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Heaven Sending Clear Signs Of Hope's Return, Part Two

Heaven Sending Clear Signs Of Hope's Return
     (Sweet Hope Returns)(Part Two)

Solitary ray of light breaks grey dawn's pain,
flowing smoothly with emerging cool breeze.
Am I dreaming or truly going insane?
Is this apparition just another tease?

Confidence grows as majestic sun breaks through,
heaven sending clear signs of Hope's return.
That precious moment dear, I thought only of you
and just how once fiercely our great love did burn!

Songbirds soon began chirping softest tunes.
Life danced gaily through broad swaying trees.
Then I pictured you dancing under glowing moons,
blessed answer to sincere, desperate pleas.

Time flew, I saw Hope had freed my aching heart.
Night came, you came, ending our sad months apart.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-06-2017
Sonnet( 11,10,12,11)

Syllables Per Line: 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 10 12 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Words: 106

Part two of -- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine

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

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Betrayed Expectations

Betrayed Expectations 
    (Sonnet) 

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart	
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start 
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.  

Yet there I found only an empty throne	
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.	
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.	
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.
 
Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find  
Nor divine favors for eternal youth. 
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, 
justice for all and no distorted truth.	

At the foot of Olympus I sought love	 
but no compassion came down from above.

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Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the 
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks, my very talented poetic friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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NATURE'S BEAUTY

I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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The Artist

The ordinary water that she sips
transforms into a sparkling crimson juice
of cherries, cold and sweet, upon her lips.
The blues she sees are sapphire, greens, chartreuse,
and hardly does she know the color white,
for pearl or alabaster it appears.
The fog is lilac mist, and she’s a kite
that climbs the sky while loosing mundane fears.
Consumed by wind, she does not flag.  Instead,
embracing zephyr, soars.  Responses of
this mortal are not common.  Served dry bread,
she’d name it manna sent her from above!
Half Pegasus, on wings of beauty borne,
her other half alights, a  unicorn!


For the Screwed V Contest of Rob Carmack

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl

Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme

Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces

Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads


     * Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac. 	
•	rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Mermaid's Flight

 MERMAID'S FLIGHT: A Collaborative Sea Sonnet

Mermaid's Flight

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
Sailor appealing Neptune's pride of three,
gazed down fantasizing mermaid's kiss soon.
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Then lifted is she from the coral maze,
held in riptides and pressed in boiling streams.
Then up he rides on his seahorse untamed,
and captures her mad from his winded ride.
From dark sea depth's hold, sweet mermaid unnamed,
in sailor's arms, Neptune can not abide.
He named the sprite and kissed her full and well, 
from heaven's grasp he gained the star that fell.

By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau
© May 12, 2016

Note-- Has been a great pleasure to create this poem with my very talented friend,
Edlynn Nau.. 
Edlynn's ideas and creativity are a breath of fresh air to a tired old poet...
My sincere thanks my friend.....
SORRY FOR THE DELAY DUE TO MY MOTHERS ILLNESS AND MY TIME THUS SPENT.
Family first, I know you understand.. Thanks

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Road to Destiny

An abstract button, controlling people the end and beginning joined with a gum the sky will always be blue not purple steps calculated since when out of mum from all fruits, one's sure road is the Apple decisions and choices in a total sum following the path may be quite simple listen to the beats of the inner drum misguidance on the way causes a cramp that is normal and a minor torture passing through dark path with no needed Lamp causing night bruises way beyond suture each middle station has a leading stamp holding the address of the near future.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Hang Over

Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge the body knocks down but still operate heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge sight shivers in its domain so temperate morning light is covered by one big ridge aches and weariness don't want to separate from the stomach to the mouth is a bridge for a crazy out pour to generate since last sweet night, the mind is in a flop quick and short morbidity from its groove sips and gulps in an interplay nonstop require the next coffee to disapprove long consciousness puts the being back on top back to normal and Life is on the move.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits.
Memories found false, one rarely forgets.


Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold 
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016