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Premium Member Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

She who his hot passion bestirs
in its fires, warms her eager heart
asks not for gold, diamonds or furs
instead, he a sweeter path chart!

He that her hand truly adores
in her light and grace, truly shine
oft wades along paradise shores
where sincere poets oft opine!

She that in his stead, falls to pray
accepts life's wrath and its dread
as for his sins she must then pay
sorrows born, when to death he fled!

He who lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his love, begging for more
than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command

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I Then In Silver Silence Fell

My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!

I wept, you are oft my sad woe
in humble pride, I write my tales
caring not which way each spell flows
thus with freedom, my true ship sails.

My muse, to this cry was bemused 
but with anger great, she then rose
tis' I that you truly abused
after I your worthless hide chose!

I then in silver silence fell
and in my morrows, saw so true
I had her under my dark spell
and thus my freedom could renew!

My muse cried in my night dream,
to you, I gift a lyric sweet
so your honor you may redeem
and thus your hide, I will not beat!

Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command..

Note: 
Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and let the
captive rhymes dance and outward flow.... 
as in verses from a past youth's meandering 
and lighthearted compositions....
As in the in the dark abyss of *Dark verse* one can not be embrace its blackness for too long.

Sulu, Lock Phasers and Await My Command 2

(Spock)

Captain, sensors indicate a power surge
Resonating through their ship's body
I'm sure I don't have to remind you
They have their own Scotty




(the questioning me)

But where has faith brought us?
As I look around I see
A species not asking any questions
About the infinite possibilities




(the faith-based me)

But that's why it's called faith
Trusting in what you cannot see
All things can be yours
If you will just........ believe....




(the questioning me)

I hear what you're saying
Catchy slogans always dazzle me
But once people think they're right
Then there's only eternal stagnancy




(Spock)

And Captain don't forget our mission
The beauty of opening new doors
To go to those forbidden places
Where no man has gone before




With the sadness of lost friendship
And as I look into my own eyes
The damage of my faith-based fears
Struggling as I say the word, "Fire"




Photons rip through the hull
Of this Enterprise of faith
And the exaggerated look of horror
Spreads across both of our face




And now I consider the wreckage
Of a species void of curiosity
Silently content to be powerless
And stare mindlessly at a TV




And I wonder if all new awareness
Must first go through this stage
As we learn that asking questions
Is not indicative to faith



Captain's Personal Log,

There is a sadness that comes from destroying the part of me that wants
so desperately to believe in something.  Yet I have found this faith always
leads to a limitation of consciousness, a stagnancy of awareness that
leads to a retraction of my identity, and ultimately to the most unbearable
unhappiness.  But now I wish to stop looking to what others want me to
believe, and to look to myself.  No fear of the judgments I was taught as
a child.  No fear of abandoning always what someone else always told
me.  The thrill of the stars is calling me, and I want to go where no man........
has gone before...........
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Sulu, Lock Phasers and Await My Command 1

Captains Log Star date 8391.1,

I now face a terrible dilemma.  After the bloodiest of battles with a crew from 
another dimension, a crew of doppelgangers, in essence a crew of ourselves, we 
have finally gained the upper hand, and this other Enterprise, Enterprise of 
ourselves, Enterprise of unquestioning faith, is tumbling, helplessly through the 
coldness of space.  And I, I remain unsure of my next move.  Do I destroy this other 
Enterprise before it makes me believe in the ideas I hear repeated the most?  If I 
destroy it, what will the consequences be for me and my crew?


(Status Mr. Chekov?)

Captain, her shields are down
With no anti-matter inducer interface
Basically she's a wounded wessel
Just hurling through space



(Spock)

But  her coils are recharging
As is that of her design
You have only a brief window
Before her mains are back on line




Mr. Sulu, arm photon torpedoes
And stay ready with your hand
Lock phasers on target
And then await my next command
                                      (locking phasers)




(Uhura)

Captain, the other Enterprise is  hailing
Wishing to express their desire
This faith-based you wants to discuss
The terms of a mutual cease fire



(ON SCREEN)



(the faith-based me}

What's the meaning of this attack?
You have taken this too far
And don't you dare forget
I know how blood thirsty you are




(the questioning me)

You represent the old me
The empty parrot of my faith
But so often you gave me comfort
During the loneliest of days




(the faith-based me)

Then we have an understanding
You can see that you need me
I just want.............. to live.....
To love and ........to breath......
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At Thy Command

The grain of wheat 
dies 
at Thy command
unconscious
of Your living
in its shell
turning it to life 
giving bread 
perpetuating it 
ages 
without end
nursing it with rain 
and sunny smiles 
from seed to stalk
a golden social plant
bowing its seeded
hairy head
in breezy dance
with poppy skirts 
in red 
illumed by a ruby
sunset veil
with robin breasts
singing gratitude
before the night 
descends 
its blinding veil
to equalizes colors' 
vibrant hues
in noncompeting 
shades 
of resting black
switching lights 
of distant 
trembling lamps
luminous smile
of vagrant onion slice
to make of night 
a little less 
than death
before awaking
to splendor 
rosy rays
sparkling diamonds
on grassy 
finger hands
that mist to vanish
then return to play 
hanging water lamps
on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat 
of parched earth 
to feed the roots 
and soften seeds 
to sprout 
perennial cycle
feeding 
and being fed
and all creation 
obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes
You call friend
by interests 
daily affairs
being led astray
the banquet ready
for repentant heir
all set with such glorious
royal splendor
no eyes have ever seen
nor ears have heard
the marvel of a joy
without compare
beyond the imagined 
no pen can write
only faith can travel

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Your Wish Is My Command

I am your servant

                                            What can I do for you

                                        Take you on an air baloon ride

                                            Up and away so you can fly

                                              Rising up into the sky

                                             Just us alone you and I

                                               Recite a funny poem

                                                 On the way home

                                              Fly you in an airplane

                                            On a romantic trip to Spain

                                       A great adventure will make you

                                                  Never the same

                                             Next we will go to Italy

                                    To eat and enjoy and see all we can see

                                           As we travel far away to have fun

                                  We can greet and shake hands with every one

                                    New  ways to serve you rise inside of me

                                    New places to go things to do and see

                                         Do you have a idea too

                                        Of what you like and want to do

                                          Your wish is my command

Bomber Command

BOMBER  COMMAND

It won’t happen to me
he said,
we’re Bomber Command.

It won’t happen to me
he said.
We must blow the enemy out of the sky
he said.
we’re Bomber Command

The pride and belligerence of the Reich
it’s Hitler’s war on Europe
and it’s my sixteenth sortie out tonight,
he said
we’re Bomber Command

Somewhere in the Rhineland 
his body lies
He gave his life for his country
but he gave mine too
in Bomber Command.

Chain of Command

You, topmost brass of the military chain of command,

       though it's your warriors who blast away humans from the land,

                                                     you're liable,

                                                     answerable;

           you can never wash away the blood of guilt from your hand!

Control and Command

control and command
of that which comes out of your hand
advances your cause
while giving the hitter occasional pause.

Chains of Command

Nostradamus  ician incantation once meet.
Informal inveracity of the ignoble sect.
Saviors stylish mercies sensed saving their necks.
Invariably today were imputed more adult.
Placing belittled Bibles on the very top shelf.
Next shelf implement the almanac.
Impending how arrangements tend to imbue.
Saviors sweet tune of the scented cock a  too.
Were well deserving of our labors.
Incongruities ignite in-between neighbors.  
Inconspicuous identification erupts into trouble.
Soldiers marching ides, on the double.
Truth impugned ; subhuman indelible infamy.
Saviors transcendent healing: iatric stylets.
Next shelf implement the dictionary.
Jesus; Icon; identify; ideal; Icarus; iffy.
Incredulous! how impious ideas initiate with i.
Saviors stance steady, as indignant missiles aren't stones.

He Is In Command

********

I can not change
      the Master
 Fore He is the Plan
         ------
Threw out the ides' of Destiny
               He has always' 
         Been in Command
        --------
He commanded  the Rocks'
              -And-
 He famished the Trees'
Some-times' they did not
         Bare their fruit
And the Leaf's feel from
         The Trees'
          ------
And yes, Gad gave gifts'
       Of everything
With the greatest of ease
         -------
He Ordained that His
Children should come home
That they should never be alone
      ------
             To leave this land
      And to take Amen
          To His Throne
For they were His FIRST BORN
                  -----
Fore they would finally
              Meet Jesus
And live in Parity
Till the 'END' coming 
To the brink of Eternity
      *******
     To finally seek
  The Lord Our GOD

               GF

Premium Member Breaking the Chain of Command

Bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
once again have scarred and maimed
a place, once green with grass and trees
Where we once heard the sound of breeze
and ghosts of children played their games
and were forced to leave their childhood memories

There trembles now an engine's roar,
that drowns the sounds of echoed glee
In trenched out holes, in broken trees
The big top guns....pour the concrete, build the towers
Ravage earth, take the power, then run- run- run

The dinosaurs raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
Like a gopher rampages through his halls
Forcing the small guys to their knees
One by one the disappearance of the land
And while the green world our grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presence someday is done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, 
Then soon abandons one and all..

What will be our fate
Who will mourn, who will recall?
Will we stand up, change the course 
Can we stop invading forces
Before it’s too late? Before we have lost it all?


________________________________________________________________

Command Performance

In her palace by the sea
Queen Belafree
Is reigning from a tarnished throne,
Where mosses, algae, climb her walls
Where mildewed, frescoed halls
Peel through plaster to old stone;
And seagulls scree, waves moan.

Yet she holds a lively court, 
Where clowns cavort,
And troubadours sing lilting-sad…
And jugglers toss where acrobats
Spin cartwheels till they lose their hats,
Snatching up the coins she throws…
Outside, the waterline just rose!

Belafree ignores the tide
So high outside,
Instead she smiles and starts to speak:
“Now dance!  The show must never stop!”
Heedless that the ceilings creak,
As floors commence to sag and leak…
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When None Command

When None Command

By surging sea and force of wind
A tattered vessel floundered in
Where coral reef performed the rest
In ripping wide her wooden breast.
From timber scream to cracking mast
Her form dismembered to the last
And on the waves her pieces reached
An aftermath of slumber, beached.
She is a silent reprimand
To those who sail
When none command.

Simple Command

lost love is simply that only because both parties are no longer on the same page... yet if one is fighting the fires of confusion single handed... its like their union ...she or he has commanded... love is colorful flame that changes as the intensity of the two... some say its pink others say its blue...

Beautiful, Is Love's Creation: Pure, Is Love's Command

Her secret fantasy; she was afraid that someone would find out...
About her love as wanton desire ? for women; sensual sexual, urges.

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