Faith’s cozy cottage
lies deep in the woods
Beckons trembling hearts
to partake of her Goods
Allays palpitations
assuages all fears
As she calms, as she tames
fresh rivers of tears
This is a long extended night,
The stars all hibernate,
The blustery gusts revolve around
The dreams which suffocate.
Now the torrents lash my door,
And now they slam the shade,
'Be couched right here, and do not move',
The whispers promptly bade.
Out there I glanced, the wild tree pranced,
She swayed her tipsy stem,
All drenched and dark, the leafy arc
Seems like her death-gown's hem.
Is that mere downpour, or a sign,
An omen of the time?
The thunders clash with louder splash,
Upon the lakebed slime.
My window pane is stabbed by rain,
One thousand spears en masse,
They prick the eaves, pummel the leaves
To the level of the grass.
The flickering lamp will die at once,
It does not cease to pour,
A marble sculpture drowns beneath
The water on the floor.
That which gives life can take it too,
Lo there it heaves its head,
The shrine's bemused, the priest presumed
A curse on holy bread.
It has to cease within no time,
The devil's thunder roars,
The gale allays his evil play
Withdraws his wondrous force.
28th September, 2021
Kua Cun the price,
Sleeping while she breaths
Slavish grips of “love”
On a “valen” day.
All along allays,
All the thoughts of birth,
And her love enrolls,
With the child make king.
Not the world can stop,
All the feelings now;
For this back is bound,
On this bed of clay.
Time away but all,
Lust called love compels
Till the arrow struck,
And from now tis sure
That a mother made,
and a life begins.
Except nature ceases,
To produce a fruit
Which this lust compels.
Cause the deed is done .
A yellow morning of zinc
a tad of sunshine at brink
a breath of fresh air in sync
a girl cannot help but blink
reel in the fun and skip in
rosetta days in full swing
reach for the skies and win
rosy cheek girl go and sing
to the kangaroo that plays
tottling in the park he allays
trust in the spanding contain
that trots in, only in May ...
5/23/2020
True to self, true to others.
Forgiveness to yourself and
your earthly brothers.
Laughter always overcomes the
most tragic of tears.
Hope allays many fears.
Alacrity and cheer wherever
you go.
Integrity in all things you do.
Responding to all who email
you; not just a putrid few.
Kneeling down before bed, in
thanks to God, who made you.
Love for all people who have
more or less than you.
Patriotic to your country, in the
face of hateful contempt.
Courage to speak your truth,
at each and every attempt.
Healthy living through food
as Aristotle said:
"Let food be your medicine,
and medicine be your food!"
Laugh at yourself, your foibles
and mistakes, included; be of
great cheer and never deluded.
July 14, 2019
9am PST
"Do you think a glass window
allays my love for you?
Come, embrace me!"
- The hot summer Sun
I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
Which welcomes no anachronistic arrays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
I watch on the beach as she reaches the shore
Where in remorse for me she prays
Cos I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.
Next, deep recesses in my mind roar
When on my heart spirituality she sprays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
I pick myself up although I feel sore
Gladys, by dint of pleas, my fears allays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.
In a twist of fate, I dig deep into my stamina store
Hoping my reluctance Gladys no more waylays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
Tired but fired up, I opt to organise the cheesy chore
When in the end Gladys my silence slays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
To dampen the mood on my floor.
I watch her ride into the sunset
A knowing smile spread across her face
As if in amusement
Of the grant of a future tryst.
I look around me.
Lying in blood splattered gravel,
Wounds tug at my skin
and my spirit
begging for a release eternal.
Yet a faint hint of gratitude
allays the searing pain in my body
with a bittersweet promise
that my time is yet to come.
Years later,
Watching me drunk with mirth
blind to the surprises woven
in the tapestry of time
She saunters in with sureness.
And her smile of years’ past
strikes like a thunderbolt
Of course, she delighted
in being the guest uninvited.
Not until when
(as blue lilacs loom)
Eurus allays
his wretched perfume
will stars overcome
nocturnal hysteria
fading to midnight
the blue-moon wisteria.
4/26/17
*4 Lines split into 8
You didn’t tell all, mother!
In front of profusely smoking lamp,
Fighting with stubborn darkness,
In dim light
While brushing up alphabet lessons
You told me
That this would imbue
Brightness in my life someday,
But darkness is still unfurling
Like a flag of its victory
In this nuclear age;
Rupturing silence of dark night
When I used to get
Scared of wolf’s hooting
You always recounted,
‘Taking shelter of darkness,
Out of fear of human being
They would never venture
To come out in light’
Wolves are roaming
In city malls these days
Allays of town are replete
With their modern fashions
And men are confined to
Shrinking space of their home;
Education would entail
A social, economic and cultural change
Though, you hide truth
A better change,
Money would ensure
All the communications
Whereas everything else would
Be rendered mute!
My legs give out
and I sink
onto the grassy blanket,
whose thorns feel like velvet
against parched skin.
I close my eyes and
d
r
i
f
t
away..
from this cruel confinement
where fleeting time waits for none.
I am drawn awake.
It’s that feeling all over again.
It allays my ears,
casting away the shrieks and screams
that haunt them.
This is the muse the world needs.
Melodies and lyrics are stars
to its a
b
y
s
s.
The music bewitches,
I tiptoe on notes
dancing in octaves.
I call the tune ~ I shall stay here
until the music dies.
For in the mansion beside my run-down hut,
they begin
to blow the trumpet.
Dreams Seeds Planted
I grow the best seeds given in my dreams,
I hold the flavor of that feat;
Although a freeze may hit my streams,
I shall not admit brutal defeat ...
Yet life can and will serve all the more
Against dark blades stabbing in the night,
With my crop growing on another shore
Hope prays to end this desperate fight.
Watering my crop with needed warm tears,
My hands never sit vacant and idly by,
True sense of purpose allays my deep fears
Even if saddened, my life can still fly.
Onward! My passage is deliberate and slow,
I defiant, planted with stoic, firm feet;
Face this world, with my heart in tow,
Harvest my crop for my hungry soul to eat.
I will not allow defeat to crush my heart,
A thought repugnant to my wishful mind;
Each morn gives another chance to restart,
And live dreams that a sweeter love may find.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Abandoning me in boredom,
Now I see dis will lead a fruitless sojourn,
Wat really does dis hold for a prospective forum,
Surely I feel u desire d formation of a quorum,
Shall I always cage my unleashing dictum?
Align towards d sweetest pit of a heart and pray 2 remain at d bottom,
What gradually generates an auspicious occasion?
Do we uncociously relay d function?
Certainty already proposes a condition?
Probably an excuse 2 eternal accommodation,
Sadly she ignores d clarity of a freshly cooked portion,
In commemoration all dat she fires is jst 'A Question,
Surely dis humble poet never expected such as an appreciation,
Off she goes to properly protect any consolidation,
An encouragement she throws forward pretending 2 understand?
Promulgating constantly is her doctrine of intricate negativity,
Well in futuro Her terms might enunciate Longevity,
A switch of facts might streamline an expected positivity,
Oh yes she finally gives up 2 a plea of austerity,
Right here all of which allays further delays tends towards extricating sincerity.
Dark night displays so many things
like shining stars on mystery wings;
and moon, with luminescent glow,
her sentry until morning sings.
The milky way's translucent show
of bright stars, some we name and know.
What hides behind night's raven veil,
and shapes our fears on earth below?
At night, when heart and footsteps fail,
our minds and ears hear phantoms wail.
Cold fingers reach to touch our nape.
fear grows and soon our fears prevail.
Imagined ghostly, floating shapes
whose icy grip could draw death's drape.
In hope we gaze upon moon's face,
to aid our fraught and frail escape.
Our moon, observing from vast space
allays our fears and bids us place
our head where pillowed thoughts may flow,
to sense and feel its lunar grace.
We sleep until the sun bestows
dawn's light, by which we work and grow.
Though warmed by sun's most pleasant face,
the heart still seeks night's stygian row.
Dark Night
8-1-14
You are our parents' only son,
three sisters grew
and gave you guff;
you stood alone on constant guard,
in teasing vein and comic mien.
I am the sibling next in line—
the cagey one—
a boomerang who fed it back,
if you began to clown around
and play the fool.
We are astute and wiser still
than number three;
her stiff chagrin,
her will to win,
enhanced your fun.
But sometimes love allays the fume,
as baby four
supplied the balm,
restored accord,
inside our home.
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