The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
Categories:
afterglows, conflict, death, humanity, war,
Form: Rhyme
Quote By: Nat King Cole, "You call it madness but I call it love "
A whisper of dreams landing on my pillow
arriving on the nightstands of amber afterglows
surrender to me and we'll take it nice and slow
gazing softly in each others eyes, by candle glow
A whisper of dreams soaring like two eagles
we will match our wings of glory to the seagulls
then fly towards the moon with passion's equal
in sotto voce voices, gleaned and culled
A whisper of dreams stitched by mere desire
with every longing quenched we will retire
to the mountain top where stars suspire
extracting from the sky an Angel's fire
Burning every bridge we'll swivel up forever,
like two matching weightless, downy feathers.
Categories:
afterglows, appreciation, love,
Form: Sonnet
The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~
sometimes like the swirling ocean,
fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors,
woven from aesthetic elements of nature,
for inspirations glide through warm waves,
crashing on shores, when emotions rise with turbulent tides.
Yet today the turquoise seems lusterless,
gloomy clouds overshadow every faultless ripple,
that shines and rhymes amidst cruel currents of time,
leaving ink afloat in blackened seas of sorrow,
reminiscing sapphire blues that unfurled artistic skies,
and here I lay my dreams on an oceanic bed,
embellished with rainbow pearls and rubies,
concealing oozing torrents gushing out of aching arteries,
while magical hues merge with magenta melancholia,
as amethyst afterglows adorn the hushed horizon,
I remain poetically stable…
Categories:
afterglows, deep,
Form: Free verse
The garlands of Purple Heart's--lifespan 'twas
whilst mutuals courses' like facial scarves,
Earth, Moon, poise Theda, be all silent stars,
pray solemn moments like stealth jaguars.
Twilight unveils some gentler theme from me
postures a unified bestilled embrace.
'Neath a unique spotlight of afterglows grace,
thus thy footprints bare none e'er so gently.
Alight butterfly rest on a finger,
hushed spilled words persuades a whimsical breeze.
A star brightens midnight, airlocked deep freeze,
cradling Devil's Hour as demons linger.
Luna rights a bottled balm of leisure
surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure.
Categories:
afterglows, analogy, appreciation, meaningful, motivation,
Form: Sonnet
Come Darling and see
there’s sunlight in the
shadows
no wind in the lee
and under the tree
repose
Beside you and me
subliminal the
meadows
Yet under my nose
scent of damask rose
so strong
like our afterglows
fading blush rush rose
Love song
togetherness flows
and in tomorrows
belong
Babbles rush along
whilst church bells ding dong
agree
We never seemed wrong
as soulmates belong
Look…See
they’re playing our song…
sentenced to lifelong
esprit
3/13/2023
Virelai
Categories:
afterglows, nature, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
with acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
built an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
built by an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Written: January 27, 2023
Categories:
afterglows, analogy, appreciation, farewell,
Form: Pantoum
Up swings the green, down showeres the rose.
Hugging the horizon are mixed hues,
Where sedate tenebrosity, the fine foliage's spews,
Seamlessly mingles with the serene sunset's afterglows.
Eyeing their osculation at ease,
Brewing bosom bracing breeze,
----Bracing breeze, as me, at ease----
I wish us together saying cheese.
Categories:
afterglows, sunset,
Form: Rhyme
Time and Its Sad Afterglows
porch swing, one old dog
green pasture and fallen barn
dawn's light, empty house
Robert J. Lindley, 6-11-2018
Haiku
Categories:
afterglows, age, appreciation, art, assonance,
Form: Haiku
A nano spark
Neutrino fast
In the dark
A quantum light
Spreads out
Across the universe
In kinetic form
I see it disperse
Among the quasars
And the asteroid belts
And it blazes
Like lasers
Across the cosmos
Leaving afterglows
And then it's followed
By a full array
Of quarks
Causing a redshift
And a doppler effect
That resonates in red
Radioactive threads
That is thermodynamic
In the end of everything
And a symphony of
Wave particles sing
Physics rejoicing
Cosmically voicing
Essences of life
Within a dark matter light
Denied to human eyes
As we take off
In astral flight
Witnessing a quantum delight.
Categories:
afterglows, life, light, science, universe,
Form: Free verse
My admiration grows
with every conversation,
with every new occasion
that's given me to glimpse your radiant face.
I'm stricken by your grace.
Serenity's your essence;
I weaken in your presence.
And nothing is enough compared with you.
I'm driven to pursue
this sweet increasing pleasure.
Not unobserved, full measure
of beauty reigns within your warm brown eyes.
You took me by surprise.
Your youthful, peerless spirit
impels me to be near it!
What lovely interruption when you came.
Now life is not the same.
May my every yesterday
spent with you, Dear, ricochet
into our bright tomorrows' afterglows.
Feb. 1, 2018
Categories:
afterglows, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains
Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....
This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses
Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her
Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly
Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling
Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing
Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....
Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk
Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne
Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty
Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet
*********************************************
...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~
Categories:
afterglows, love, passion, space, travel,
Form: I do not know?
Lady of the dawn
And angel of the eve
In twilight moments
Thou unfold your wings
Thus, become the one I need
Into nightless weaves
Unto gentle love
Caress breathless 'neath
Morning songs in satin wreathes
Afterglows above
In essence passion paints
Thou lift me up
Higher than a mountain
Over heavens clouds
Further to spread thy wings
Away warfaring flying far
Then to home thy bring
Hand in heart in hand
A man in angel arms
As all the world awakes
Categories:
afterglows, passion, angel, angel,
Form: Romanticism
On a fire-cracked Sunday
we started the laughter
peeling the rind off the sun dripping juice
Burning the grass with each
step that we took,
as we danced~
Never a keeper of soul,
Never one to put up a jive
with left feet like rocks
I break into smiles
You are no better
Hip shakes in giggles
Brimming the air
with the snapping of twigs
Sun soaked delirium
limeade on ice
swirling bright neon
in trite afterglows
We dance with green lips
in the sun, on a Sunday
and suddenly you
are the steps that I know.
Categories:
afterglows, happiness, life, love,
Form: Free verse