Best Ages Ago Poems
In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born
Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
The setting sun urged holiday makers
To roam around the Venice canals.
A thousand and one lamps helped
The gondoliers to find their way
As he sang a lovely love song
And pleased the lovers as they sat
On comfy cushions on the boat
Occasionally stealing a kind kiss.
Stare at the twinkling beautiful stars
Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes,
List and learn, ye dainty roses
We're called the gondoliers
And this is our song of love.
Venice knew what love meant,
Even when they traverse the bridge of sighs.
They wondered how many crossed
To their doom. But that was ages ago.
Now the bridge was decorated with lamps.
Oh, what a beautiful sight it was.
Solitary gulls lead all to Piazza San Marco.
The lovers looked in awe at the tourists.
They paid the gondolier handsomely
And descended on to the vast square.
They found a table and ordered
An espresso and a tasty pizza.
It was expensive but worth it.
A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream
Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts
Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light
Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls
Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams
from everywhere and nowhere
Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind
Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye
Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries
Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream
Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens hells gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts
Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light
Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls
Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams
from everywhere and nowhere
Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind
Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye
Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries
Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning hellfires
or cold earthworms await
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
My gypsy heart is restless.....
I’ve been here too long
too long....
the fields alive with paths that lead....lead...
there, to the edge of the earth and sky
the minstrel sings that sing
of places of my dreams sing...sing...
to my gypsy heart
the unknown, untasted, untouched, untraveled is calling.....
Calling...
Ah..........
don’t bind me
don’t keep me
don’t....don't beg me to stay
don’t claim me with the promises of yesterday
today is today
I want to fly away
don’t hold me back
The gypsy in me hears voices
You cannot hear
for fear
My dear....
You have no gypsy heart
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At midnight....tonight
Yes.....tonight
I will slip out the door
hand in hand with mistress night
I will take flight
while my family sleeps
and my heart weeps
while the stars make a place
and the moon hides her face
while the night breeze carries me
I will break free...
My love,
I’ve been here too long
Too long..........
When you wake
and your heart starts to shake
For heaven's sake..
~~~ forgive me~~~~
The call of my gypsy heart
Would not be still
there was another place
another thrill
and so
against my will
these cravings to fill
I slipped away
I'm not....far...far away
Forgive me, I pray
For this gypsy heart
could no longer bear
to
stay
Eileen Manassian
I've always been fascinated by the gypsy life. My favorite Disney character is Esmeralda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I found this pic today while looking for something else and I thought....I have to repost my gypsy heart poem from ages ago. Hope you enjoy it.
I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.
Written ages ago, I don't know when, but was first posted 8/31/11 under the
title "Rainbowed"!
Now used for Shadow Hamilton's Colours Poetry Contest
Ponded and becalmed after the downpour, lying in shining stillness, I reflect an earthly existence; above me newly leafed limbs, and beyond, the wild beauty of motley skies in the afternoon’s brightening quietude. On the side of a country back road, I daydream. As leftover clouds drift in light and dark moods across my mirrored face, I ponder the possibilities of ‘what ifs’. What if life had taken me elsewhere - to a different time and place, filling another space, in another form and shape? What if I had fallen soft as a summer drizzle instead, dressing spider webs in misty strings of mini crystal beads.. or had filled a rusty-relic watering can, left behind ages ago beside an ivy-smothered stump.. or maybe had been wind-whipped with a vengeance into a swollen river rough and ready to ride the rapids.. What if, I had fallen as snow eons ago and now was found deep in an ice core in Antarctica.. how exotic! Straying cumulus find themselves captured in my imagination as well as in my liquid looking-glass oval, and my thoughts stray back to the soothing smoothness of my present reality. I know my time here, though sweet, is short-lived; and so I set my pondering aside and decide to seize upon the moment with contentment in my tranquil state of repose.
placid puddle mulls
lost in reflections of clouds -
spring rains laid to rest
Susan Ashley
May 1, 2019
~Third Place~
Contest: Happy Haibun
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Great are his exploits
honour and rank
he's celebrated
he's immortalized
He's fondly recalled
Back to memory
The great legends of Old..
Great Chief Waiyaki wa Hinga..
Aged nine he killed a lion
with his bare hands...
When the imperialist came.. Waiyaki..
Raised a huge Army armed with bows and arrows
Testing the might of the staff which spat fire
Fore told by the great seer Mugo Wa Kibiru..
..see people dressed like butterflies
they come from the sea of the hawk
and move on an iron caterpillar to the
lake of the eagle.. they carry a walking staff
which spits fire killing instantly... your weapons
will be useless when faced with this magical staff..
The great seer advised the people to learn
The pale skinned colonizers magic..
At right time armed with the right knowledge
The land of the slopes of Kerenyaga..
Will be liberated by its sons
The mountain of splendor and mysteries
Where people since ages ago have offered prayers
To the Supreme Deity Ngai Murungu..
Who is all loving and of good virtual
The supreme deity's Prophet Mugo wa Kibiru...
Is office of the chief seer..
Water Tabernacle the resting place of - Managi
The greatest Holy relic and the Box that is the relic
I recap they say Great Chief Waiyaki
Was betrayed by the pale colored..
foe he had called blood brother..
Angry Waiyaki took out his favorite club..
Mathiokore.. it was nicknamed..
Within minutes brains of the Great captain
were scattered on our rich soils
The invaders captured Waiyaki..
Our great Chief and opened his skull
Waiyaki died not.. they buried him alive
Head facing downwards.. Great Chief..
You should have heeded the Great seers
prophecy..
...don't allow the butterflies to enter your homesteads...
Buried alive..
Immortal Warrior king fate
The annual pilgrimage around
Kereenyaga - the abode of Ngai
Goes on each year.. pilgrims
Make seven stops as they
Circumbulate the Holy Mountain..
Of stories and more stories from the land
Where gods.. immortals.. and mortals
Rub shoulders looking each other..
Eye to eye... tales of KENYA
code 254
LEWIS NYAGA
Back To That Beauty, In World's Dear Blue Sky
I exist, despite world's dark, angry scowls
In my dreams as a panther on the prowl
In tune with Nature, hunted by mankind
Living as a beast, of another kind
Absent, the deep darkness once within me
Fearlessly tread path, setting my soul free!
I exist, truth is I do not know why
I see such gleaming beauty in blue sky
And black rage festering within mankind
Racing into oblivion so blind!
I exist, world's powers oft I deny
When alone, 'tis true often tears I cry
In future happiness upward I fly
Back to that beauty, in world's dear blue sky!
Robert J. Lindley, July 5th, 1977
Sonnet,
( Wherein Briefly, A Heart And Soul Can Clearly See )
Note:
A dear poet friend asked me yesterday to post something not so dark.
Maybe write a new more beautiful and optimistic poem.
Well, I tried but my mood would not allow one to come that I felt measured up. So, I searched in my chest of old poems that had never yet seen the light of day and found this one. Present it, hoping that it measures up to meet the request. I was a very young 23 years old when I composed it--" many ages ago it now so seems".. Presented now with no edits.
30 January 2021
The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity party, for I know nobody
I don’t even know myself
The prodigy is now pedestrian
Crossing roads without a care
And I lost track of time ages ago
In blue screens and daydreams
So I fix myself a plate of pity party, for there’s nothing else to do
Especially now that the world is broken
And I can’t find the version of myself I lost in the chaos of trying to find myself
A vile visage has been there since ages ago,
Around the corner, scythe in hand, waiting.
He knows life’s course must take me there
On a one-way journey I have been evading.
I cannot know when I must make the turn,
But age and health offer foreboding clues.
His countless clones harrow other corners
Waiting to collect mortality’s final dues.
A heart flutter reminds me of the corner.
Bone and blood perceive what is inevitable.
The finality that awaits is only a step away—
A chilling specter that’s gravely regrettable.
I was just on the brink of giving up on love,
I was about to jump into a fog of loneliness.
But you came and rescued me from despair,
you were my very own superman.
You brought me back from darkness,
your love revitalized my broken heart.
Your love caused me to see sunshine.
I can't believe that you are mines.
That happened ages ago and you’re
still my friend, my lover and my superman.
Alexis Y.
12-20-18
Of The Greeks, Olympus, Blindness Of Modern Man
And the modern Gods laugh poisoning wells
While their blinded throngs hide under sad stones
From the deepest pits come magical spells
To birth new sins from which we must atone
Blackness, its powers hold billions as slaves
As this world races towards its near doom
Freed from old chains by sleeping in new graves
We marvel at our spacious new room.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
What say you, of wisdom sent ages ago
Philosophers, artists to this world gave
Does such not deliver truth, yet still glow
Of essays, sermons authors in their graves
Dare we -yet in stone-blindness- we so dare
Ignore with the vanity of lost fools
Toss such treasure away without care
Dance in darken pits, swim in dank cesspools.
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance gifts us with blight!
Should this poet wonder, were those Gods fled
Far off realm, a hidden cosmos to reign
After in cruel darkness this world so bled
Leaving we mortals, wallowing in pain
Alas! Such dares not speak about it all
How in abject darkness we bow to greed
Built our tall castles with decaying walls
Because we know our failings, our great needs!
Shall we admit, that the old Gods were right?
Pride, our deep arrogance- gifts us with blight!
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme
I have a lover too
Thousand or maybe millions of people
Out there
But my heart only longs for this lover
This lover's love has come to me
Even before my tiny feet touch the ground
Starting from inside the womb
Hearing the rhythm
Lup dub lup dub lup dub
I have fell in love with this lover
The fear in you may stop you from falling in love with anything
But no one have been missed out from his eyes
Nothing can't hold you back from falling for him
You are not an exceptional either
Always, whispers seem to sound out from my lips
Together with this lover who sticks in my head all day long
Singing a song
Every day I'm with him
Every second his voice should hit my both eardrums
Every single word that stucked
Somewhere in the midway of my throat
He speaks them all out
Sometimes he brings out the most brightest lamp
Which shines on my gloomy face
And sometimes streams of river out of my eyes
He forces them which is a like a big well
Been built in me ages ago
A pair of wings he gives me
To fly high out of my circle to reach out
Beautiful people, beautiful stories
Beautiful places
I got to see them all from here
Time to be alone awaits me most of time
With ear plugs fixed on my ears
My lover , he is my partner
Just because of him, another name born
I'm a melomaniac.
My lover is everywhere
Every breath
Every heart beat
Every cell
Every vessels
Every nerves
Every moment
He is in there all of mine
From birth till death.
Laying in your crystal coffin
I look at your eyes
Eyes that died ages ago
What could you have seen in your life?
Were you a king?
Worshipped as a god
Honored with gold and jewels
Were you a slave?
Beaten and tortured your entire life
Worked to death in the name of your god
Were you a farmer?
Raising food in a desert
Trying to farm in acres of sand
Did you have enough to thrive?
Were you a merchant?
Selling oils and herbs
Or did you sell women for the pleasure of others?
I look into your eyes trying to see your soul
But there is nothing to see
So I can only imagine
I can only ask
Who was this man in the crystal coffin?