birth me a sunrise
yellow rays that bring new hope~
banish grief and gloom
To banish war
your ego subdue
Humility embrace
vanity eschew
It starts with you
then one at a time
Lead by example
inspiration sublime
'A World without War' contest
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March 07, 2024
Don't dare joke with their doctrine
Nor raise it in a latrine
Like had tried Goofing Kathrine
Now melted like margarine!
Their Doctrine not in bathrooms:
Bathtubs never living rooms;
Their camera can scenes zoom,
As one body choose your doom!
One they won't mind battering
And one's tressure scattering;
No rowing of one's bought boat
No testing of one's new coat...
You they shall tell with cleared throat
" Your body shall in pond float!"
Its Malice that won't Vanish;
Evil thoughts they won't banish.
crying is Spanish
from their group they will banish
has been outlandish
Horn Haiku. Wonder how you
say Haiku in Spanish?
Subjects can their Bad Kings banish:
Their Lords that image tarnish
By being decisive and mannish
While proving them a clannish
After bribing schnapps of the Danish
And deceiving wine the Spanish!
Subjects must the details furnish
Of the wrongs by Monarchs to banish
And if they wish some garnish
Or the entire narrative varnish!
Subjects should Terrible Kings punish
Their faults ceases to burnish
Their eulogy for The–Without–Blemish.
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
He had a fast pace that, I couldn't figure out
he spent perks with me and made it memories
he made me regret many things
he made me realize not to waste him,
he showed me that change doesn't change
he taught me perks of living
he made me old and told me stories
he then became the thief in which my life got stolen.
If I saw the sign,
That my life is going as it should,
Then I would know exactly how
Find what is called a treasure trove.
I'm afraid I made a mistake,
And that there will be an explosion in,
Fate flashed and disappeared,
Slightly opening the future for me.
I am surrounded by eternal darkness,
And I'm afraid I won't see the way.
Although I chose this path myself,
And I can't get away from it.
It conjures up happiness,
But I feel the cold of darkness.
I'm only warmed by passion,
And there is no other way, understand!
I want to run without looking back,
To banish the ancient fear,
My path has never been smooth,
I'm always wandering in the dark.
I really want to know my fate,
I'm tired of guessing on coffee grounds.
Although I don't really believe in divination,
But I want to know about the future.
TRUMP IN THE NETHER NETHER
If irate American born Mexicans were to rally together,
Around the world, they could perhaps cunningly tether,
Possibly calm, an uncaring, inhumane disliked leader
Maybe curb the actions of this Mexican bleeder,
Or, banish him forever to the land of nether, nether!
2nd Limerick of a trilogy
How Can Deep Folly, Abject Blindness Banish Hope
(How Easily We Are Deceived, Hope Lost)
I recall darkness, creeping edges of power
ease of entry in that first forlorn hour.
No worries, as it entered with its soothing host
aye, but with one true goal, my soul to roast.
Thinking back, my guard I had foolishly let down
enters blackest stain, upon discarded gown.
This heart had abandon once intelligent mind
all in the name of glory, love to find!
So clear now, that wondrous Light I gladly blew out
with glee and joy this lost soul gave a shout.
How can deep folly, abject blindness banish Hope?
I willingly, was hung by my own rope.
Aye, deceptive powers seek out Hope to destroy.
Torture man and play with him as with a new toy.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2017
Sonnet(12,10,12,10)
Syllables Per Line: 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 10 12 10 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 156
Total # Words: 120
Part Three of - Hope and its greatest Treasures..
Must keep reminding myself every single day
Thinking positive is absolutely the only smart way
The results will be astounding
Your heart will start pounding
Negative thoughts will vanish without delay
Banish the hate from yesterday.
Don't carry it around; let it go away.
Grudges are held if you let it stay.
One way or another, your antagonist will pay.
Inside of you, hate will grow like a weed.
Bad memories are something you don't need.
inspired by another member's poem
You cannot teach happiness.
It’s not attainable when being sought for.
Everyone’s on the lookout, but everyone’s missing it.
Where is it? There! Where? In front of you.
She told me, “Remember when I first met you? You we’re the happy girl, with the giggles and had a fit of smiles on your face. What happened to that girl? Oh, the little troubles, you worry yourself with? Where is that free girl? Where is she?”
Go out! Go out!
Find her; find me that little girl, with no troubles.
She’s grown up has she? Nonsense!
Have you checked in the gullies? In the cornfields? The bus station?
Caught a bus, so you think? To find happiness.
Everyone’s on the lookout, but everyone’s missing it.
Where is it? There? Where? In front of her.
She told her, “ . . . as such you failed to perform to your maximum capacity . . . the future will also look very bleak . . . you feel there other people even if I am gone. But the truth is once I go they actually do not know you any more!”
Words that crushed happiness
Taught reality
Paid for that bus
And with toes that kissed foreign land
Here she goes, searching.
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