Best Clear Poems
Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into the depths.
Over the still waters, lies a layer of scum.
At the bottom is settled,
Toxic sediments of hate,
The residue of burnt dreams
Of unsavory passions
If unattended, in this slushy mass of filth
Maggots may breed,
Eating into the flesh
Poisoning the vital serum
Pumped through the veins
Purge the dross
Flush out the dirt
Rinse it clean
And feast on the sparkle,
Of clear waters
Springing from the well heads of love!
Feb.19.2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsor- craig cornish
Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams
Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.
Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.
Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.
Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
see my new blog on this amazing poet...
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
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,,,,,
My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.
A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.
My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;
came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...
The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.
I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.
This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…
*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it
always...
Ocean
Beauty so deep
Laughing while I'm splashing
Wild abandon in my mind
Peaceful
blind man was once asked how he views the world ~ like you vicariously
By David Kavanagh
Laurel and fern whisper to the silent night
Blended with the heady scent of thickets
Moss shelters rocky slopes beneath moonlight
Dreams unfold while listening to the crickets
Songs so bold, crisp and full of tender hope
Blended with the heady scent of thickets
Poison ivy and every vine will cling and grope
Erasing all the doubt from those in prayer
Songs so bold, crisp and full of tender hope
Wild and wonderful, the woods never despair
There, amid the pine, there is peace so alive
Erasing all the doubt from those in prayer
Hearts are delighted, inspired so they thrive
Gentling even the darkness, tenderness grows
There, amid the pine, there is peace so alive
Beneath a lustrous moon, leaves will compose
Laurel and fern whisper to the silent night
Gentling even the darkness, tenderness grows
Moss shelters rocky slopes beneath moonlight
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
July 16, 2022
A clear blue day in the mountains to see
The sun shines through the cold air, all around
Hills of white snow blown up against each tree
The air is refreshing, the sun cheery
Each distant mountain top is wearing a crown
A clear blue day in the mountains to see
A shear of white clouds move on by quietly
It’s like the trailing of a satin gown
Hills of white snow blown up against each tree
With the skies wide open, it feels so free
It is all peaceful in this country town
A clear blue day in the mountains to see
It would be nice to have you here with me
Viewing the sights of this snow covered ground
Hills of white snow blown up against each tree
The beauty of winter can bring such glee
The calmness of nature without a sound
A clear blue day in the mountains to see
Hills of white snow blown up against each tree
Heidi Sands
2/1/19
Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.
Im thinking of forever while slowley fading away.
Oh such clear thinking on a cloudy day.
A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.
The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.
Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.
A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such
a cloudy day.
Im not blind yet for years
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.
Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.
A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.
First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.
To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in
a stranger and depend.
Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.
A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.
From this loves eternal bliss my heart should never
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a cloudy day.
Panes of dirty glass conceal the past
where futures were tied to land and soil.
And pa fingers a hand full of dirt
reflecting on years of pain and toil.
A rusty sun bronzes a foil star
ma hung in the window for good luck.
And a small candle awaits a match
to defend against the dark when struck.
Hunger gnaws at our empty stomachs,
everything we plant is doomed to die.
And yet, ma slips me and pa a smile,
showing us where her loyalties lie.
Looking up to a burnt almond sky,
she searches for clouds other than dust.
And scans for life in neighboring homes
long ago left to decay and rust.
Abandoning a dream lost to time,
ma loses hope and accepts defeat.
And I can see the pain in pa's eyes,
the trickling tears mocking his conceit.
California calls in shades of green,
with lush pastures and clear mountain streams.
And common sense says that we must move
far from this dust bowl of dying dreams.
(Quatrain)
9/23/2017
Love hath tasted of arsenic lips
ground thy soul upon treacherous hips
opened vessels with anemic blood
bathed in a teared river of mud
yet loneliness fills a desires plate
tis the companion of Poe's fate
lips sparkled of potent ale
lovely neck a shade too pale
empty bottles of friendship lied
drunken souls hang head to side
looking for sadness as their pride
lest the poet's pen be his bride
etched in darkness, the devil's queen
horrid tragedy with beauty unseen
liquid scents perfume thy mind
splashing eyes tearfully blind...
Drink Thee, Cool Water From Hope's Bright, Clear Streams
( Hold True, Hope Shall Reward Thee )
Hope soars so far above earth's highest peak
miracles given the strong and the weak.
Rest thy weary soul in Hope's dear reprieves
not in man's vanity that so deceives.
In Love and Mercy's realms, Hope's truth resides
maintain thee faith to make colossal strides.
Obey thy heart, hold true to thy sweet dreams
drink thee, cool water from Hope's bright, clear streams.
Look forward in that O' so brilliant Light
walk thee not in blindness of despair's night.
In heart's deep desire, rests Hope's great treasure
by deep faith, receive thy fullest measure.
With candle lit, fear not night and dark pain.
On that true path, Hope will always remain.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2017
Sonnet(10,10,10,10)
Part Four- of Hope and its greatest treasures.
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: 110
Note: This the fourth of the five to be written, was extremely hard for me to compose. I hope it has not disappointed and has maintained the high standard
of this 5 part composition on the great treasures Hope so often rewards the faithful.
The window guys came to install the new glass. They took away the old glass that had become filled with moisture. The seals had failed, the result of nineteen years of Okanagan sun beating down on them. It's funny how we don't notice how things deteriorate over time, it happens so gradually, then one day you wake up and see and wonder why it took you so long to notice. I have had this happen with relationships so now I am ever vigilant when it comes to the ones I love. Unlike my windows I don't wish them to be replaced or perhaps I should worry that they may wish to replace me. The light is now shining into our home and as I look at my wife I smile and we look out the window together. The view seems better with someone I love by my side.
As the snowflakes fall to the ground, the flows of my tears begin. My hand on the windowsill, my head looking up at the sky and I’m asking God why? Then as crazy as it seems He speaks to me. In my mind, he replays the memories of torture, pain, sickness and then I find my answer. A bird passes by and stands on top of a building. It flaps its colorful wings and it lets me know that without any work, you already got your wings because you are truly an Angel. I vision you in heaven off to the corner, sitting in your comfy chair putting a puzzle together. I can feel you putting the pieces to my broken heart back together so perfectly. I am no longer feeling sad yet memories of your happiness replays in my mind with the melody of my grandfather’s saxophone playing in the back ground. I feel you speaking to me as crazy as it seems, telling me to only miss you when you are gone and you will never be gone because you will live in our hearts forever so until we meet again to carry on. The bird flies away and a smile comes to my face. I got your message loud and clear.