Best Endure Poems
Old Campfire Memories Still Endure
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my faithful dog Midnight in tow
Fair weather is the prayer always prayed
when granted comforts this old brain
Fire soothes when bad weather is delayed
we campers dearly hate the pouring rain
Rain and wind kill all peace of mind
soft, easy night with fire to thrill
Talk, laughter and joy we always find
fire comforts when the night is still
Overhead sparkles a smooth clear sky
glittering stars dance with our flames
We accept the beauty asking not the why
talk of old friends, honoring their names
Tales of the whale sized fish we caught
hunts where we bagged so much wild game
Such memories can never ever be bought
if they could would never be the same
Come sit with me around the crackling fire
every night camp needs its burning glow
Of Nature's forest exploring I never tire
often with my old faithful dog in tow
Robert J. Lindley , 04-21-2015
My heart is broken
Shattered like smashed glass
Shards pierce my tortured soul
All I can do is ask …… why?
Why … why did you desert me when I needed you so …
You smiled that smile for the last time
The smile that attracted me to you in the first place
Your mouth curling up at the corners revealing those dimples…
Oh I could never resist dimples …
You were surrounded by machines … they were keeping you alive
Then suddenly the machine stopped beeping …
There was nothing else that could be done
Goodbye my love …….. gone forever
My thanks to Arthur Vaso for bringing this form called Infinite Dot Thirteen Verse to my attention
4th April 2015
Dog Days Endure
Sirius, rising with late summer sun,
Dog star, your timeless tour has just begun.
Sweet sultry lazy days beside the lake,
These precious waning days of swimming fun.
How I'll miss the warmth this season bestows
As romance dwells in soft full moon that glows.
I will miss the ducks that soon will fly south,
I'll miss my sandals baring naked toes.
Atavistic admiration will buy
These glorious last latent days from sky
Until autumn breezes in with her chill
And I will welcome hues and will not sigh,
For each season has beauty that's unique
With shades of glory in milieu mystique.
Each a blessing progressing to the next
Till then, let dog days gift the joys I seek.
9-29-18
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If I were to have to say goodbye tomorrow,
would you know how much I loved you?
If I took my last step on this earth,
would you remember the feel of my love?
If I kissed your luscious lips one last time,
would they remember the taste of my love?
If I gasped one last I love you before dying,
would the breath of my love linger in the air?
If my heart were to stop beating in your arms,
would you still feel the rhythm of my love?
If the angels were forced to take me from you,
would the memory of my love for you endure?
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
Kiss sealed in bottle
Hurricanes, iceburgs, years
Lost loves lips refreshed
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
The world is already lost and it will continue to get worse as time goes by.
I won't have to put up with much of the future because I'll eventually die.
But Jehovah God will have to put up with the future until the end of time.
He will have to put up with kidnappings, rapes, murders and other crimes.
Jehovah will have to endure the future as it gets worse and worse.
He will have to endure it until he decides that it's time for justice to be dispersed.
I want people to change so that the future will be a much better place to live in but many will not.
When those people are judged on Judgment Day, they'll wish that God was who they had sought.
My life’s been good. I’ve done a lot.
Though thankful for all that I’ve got,
I suffer searching for a cure.
Forever will my soul endure.
Some good I’ve done, yet there are scores
of souls I know who’ve done much more.
At least I harbor no rancor.
Forever will my soul endure.
Yes, loved ones who’ve inspired me so -
their lessons have helped me to grow.
Sometimes goofy, I’m still mature.
Forever will my soul endure.
Believe in yourself.
The oak never asks permission to grow.
The sun never asks permission to rise.
Why should you?
This world is waiting for your words,
not another echo.
For as a person thinketh,
so they become.
Think greatly.
Speak truth.
Leave something behind
that outlives your heartbeat.
M-idst
A-nguish
A-nd
N-egativity
G-radually
E-ndure
L-ife
A-s
A-nother
N-ew
G-low
E-mploys
L-ight
E-arly
S-unday
Topic: Birthday of Ma Angela Angeles (April 21,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Be like the old tree.
Bear life's ever changing moods.
Without a murmur.
Through in folks
In fold;
A wolfs
In skin of sheep
They fool ass
In slip of faults
Fling of bloods
As canine
And fangs tore,
As body as bone
At, toll
Endure
I never visit the cemetery since I turned twenty-five
Gravestones don't do fair justice to the wholeness of one's life.
Instead I seek that which was dear; most likely a best friend
A spouse, co-worker, relative; a book with ear marks still laid in
To brighten certain memories that through the years grew dim
And often bring to light new ones from letters or old film.
Sometimes dreaming, always believing to see the dreams mature
Such lives do part rivers in time and patiently endure.
RETA PRUITT
September 7, 2016
When the steam rises in the morn,
sun hot on body like reading ****,
salt cakes on skin that drips and stinks,
it's time to eat fresh crops of corn.
Humid air chokes breath with fire,
journeys plague--the need to pump tires,
the search for shade goes unspoken,
just plop down, read what's on the wire.
Blossoms sag heavy with pollen.
Animals huddle to back pen.
Mint's refreshment settles sad mind
over ice splashed with gin in den.
Day to day drags heavy on bones.
Salt taken with ham and corn pone.
All is slaked by the mental dream
take cash, run away, don't mind loans.
Cool sea splashes and bared bodies
are as soul good as hot toddies.
Climb aboard your board, sole captain.
Surf's cool free as winning lottery.
9/12/2018