Best Collaborative Poems
Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.
I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.
Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.
Tribulations of time led to a
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.
There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame.
Songs of passion we sang for us,
escape as anthems of selfish games.
Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?
Within wilting vines where
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.
I've lost and found you in
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?
Perhaps this is just another
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn
silhouettes to depart.
The last star shines and
bleeds broken hopes
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.
Yet your clarity is forever
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
Place your hand upon my chest,
listen to my beating heart,
it softly beats for you.
Curl your finger in mine,
let me kiss each one, and then your lips.
As you whisper sweetly in my ear,
my being wraps in the gentleness of your voice,
holding me captive.
Kiss my eyes closed in pleasure,
gently linger on the lids with your yearning tongue.
Layer my neck with lip bites,
nipped with passionate abandon,
they begin and end with you.
Hold me tighter, closer, longer,
memorialize this moment sublime.
There are thoughts I ache to express,
but I’m a prisoner of ecstasy,
silence has its own voice.
My body is answering your every touch,
there is no need for elaboration.
Your tender mercies give me light,
what was dark I now an inkling see,
praises be to human intimacy.
Hold me again, mold me to you.
I’m ready to surrender my soul.
I want to be yours.
Mermaid's Flight
Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
Sailor appealing Neptune's pride of three,
gazed down fantasizing mermaid's kiss soon.
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Then lifted is she from the coral maze,
held in riptides and pressed in boiling streams.
Then up he rides on his seahorse untamed,
and captures her mad from his winded ride.
From dark sea depth's hold, sweet mermaid unnamed,
in sailor's arms, Neptune can not abide.
He named the sprite and kissed her full and well,
from heaven's grasp he gained the star that fell.
By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau
© May 12, 2016
Put that thing away!
But I'm playing Pokemon!
Settle down and pray!
"THRESHOLDS"
By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau
I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind
In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief
when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief.
When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground
if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound.
Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind
with love embrace all, forever be kind.
Cut deeply fertile soil, look for hope there
reject easy life, therein lies a snare.
Wisdom comes, to he that prays and then waits
bad the counsels, to tempt the darkest Fates.
Birds gaily feast on worms deep plows bring forth
coldest are winds blasting us from the North.
River never sleeps in its winding bed
Greedy men, choosing not to give instead.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2016
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II. THE GIFT
When first light is born as a precious gift,
and within nature, reminds us how near.
To this: Earth, beast, man, and all life we lift,
because any day above ground is dear.
Winter comes and life seems to disappear,
there's no hope in green or bloom to the vine.
Spring enters in joy wrapped boxes of cheer,
bringing her favors, though fragile and fine.
Courage is gift to the sad and declined,
celebration and dance, to the budding.
Certain is the hope for those who have climbed,
from the purge of the fire and flooding.
Then, each one decides to take or to give,
the ultimate gift, is give and forgive.
By Edlynn Nau
May, 03, 2016
Shall I turn to my audience and sing
To ah world who wishes to hear me
Sing
From intros to prechorus
They will excite or bore us
Does this world wish me to sing
I have sang many bridges
Carried ah tune or two
From verse to verse
The efforts the songwriter gave
In respect we must not neglect
The composers role in these
Collaborations
But, I
So we
Change the gender of
the love
Might the background singers
Compliment one another
Please let this blend with
Modern trends
It needs to fit in
It needs to fit in
To ride the wave
To number one
I want to tour bragging
Ain't to much to be asking
Maybe we can do it all
Again
Make it cool and different
We included something different
This song has two solos
One a conversation
A bassoon and flute
Wishes to groove with the bass
You should've seen the percussionists face
When the strange started grooving
The horns were ah tuning
Whomp ah whomp getting down
The flute took the show
To places voices couldn't go
Our smiles didn't make ah sound
When it returned to the tenors tempo
The horns started there solo
Putting the strings in the background.
Free, de genie
Philosophy
Rising Sun
Deserting Rain
Flying the fox.
Smash degenerate
Flying above me.
Trust him.
One, I say One.
No more of this suffering.
Tranctual System
I can't move
But I run.