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Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all he would ever own.
Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas
toughest warrior his town had ever grown.

Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead
buried on ground scared and battle blasted.
Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed
fools marching to death, long as it lasted.

Now flowers cover up and Time denies
scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies.

R.J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1975

SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY)
Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 .

Note- added - 8-26-2017

Wiki-
The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front.

The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies.

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Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago..
Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Tears on her pillow - continued from A girl named Sue


Tears for a Mother Fears for a Father gone Fate deals an unfair hand The door to youthful joy closing on adolescent shoulders imposing grown up responsibilities instead
Eyes sadly deprived See not the panorama of pursuing cloud shapes that conceal a frivolous Sun playing hide and seek behind Nor do they see the mischievous stars scurrying in and out of the path of the Moon’s orbital course causing her impatience and wrath
No skipping joyously through fields of heather startling unsuspecting butterflies No fantasy fairy fables of where one seeks an elusive four leaf clover* No Christmas present peeks under a non-existent twinkling tree No answers to eternal questions of love are sought over plucking daisy petals I love you ~ I love you not
Pushed aside let them be For the young at heart for those who see her armour doesn’t slip She has distanced herself from emotional injury Why then under a blanket of darkness do streams of tears copiously flow re-dampening a pillow already soaked from the night before? Reflections of regret as she had watched him walk away The shame of being tagged Placed in a stereotypical box Typecast with irrevocable disparaging words of ‘slag’ ‘skank' ’ whore’ Accusations cast loosely no longer ‘water off a duck’s back’ brutally now strike a hurtful blow
Did she imagine the compassion in his eyes?
No emphatic eyes have yet seen what surely is a disadvantaged life? Providing some comfort to ease the pain for a sick mother who lies dying are fraught with risks and strife
She questions yet again Could the ‘wheels of fate’ be just altered? Truth for Truth the Golden Rule Trading kisses for cigarettes is unquestionably uncool
Could Negative energy be interrupting Life’s Grand Scheme? Where hides that elusive four leaf clover? Or does it manifest to only those who dream? And there he stands nervously at the school gates A bunch of wild daisies in his hand Oblivious to the snide smirks of the others curious to see who he awaits Apprehension and remorse in his eyes Magically erased and replaced with euphoric joy When he perceives her radiant smiles Smiles that bring the curious sun out pushing through darkened clouds Illuminating the end of the tunnel bright So she can see that rare delight As her Hope intervened to send Faith And his Love conceded to intercede Fate to make amends The fairies shower luck and blessings To the four leaf clover friends
*Four leaf clover ~ the first reference to luck might be from an 11-year-old girl, who wrote in an 1877 letter to St. Nicholas Magazine - “Did the fairies ever whisper in your ear, that a four-leaf clover brought good luck to the finder”.


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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A Last Poem for You, My Mate

A Last Poem for You, My Mate

If Death comes calling in colorful spring
I hope it will come in the month of May
When our garden is filled with fragrant blooms
That you have tended in your caring way.

Pansies and daisies with their sweet faces
Look up to agapanthus lofty height.
Each bloom as diverse as we are humans,
Each offers beauty to my love's delight.

Please don't come in summer when school is out,
Time with our grandchildren I cherish so.
I can't think of ruining their fun time
I'm pleading, in summer, don't make me go.

The times that we share at the pool or parks
Is precious to me as watching them grow.
They fill my heart with such laughter and joy
I feel their love too...I'm letting you know.

Oh Death, come in autumn, my favored time.
When green leaves turn scarlet, orange and gold.
My eyes feast on beauty of changing trees,
Grateful for my seasons of growing old.

Autumn transcends my soul's true endeavors
To leave with you poetic words, my mate.
My legacy...to our generations
As we must all accept Death as our fate.

In winter, a time of quiet and rest...
When reflections of past mirror our views
And we watch as our life spreads before us
If it’s time to leave, I wish I could choose.

However Death, should you come in winter,
When the Earth like my hair is bathed in white,
I'd embrace your visit in my winter
To dwell forever in God's divine light.

6-24-18 

My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Gregory R. Barden


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018


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Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails 

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies
pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies.

Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes
desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies,
finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground,
thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found.
First step taken, this soul takes its desperate flight,
embrace anew, treasures that make life feel alright.

Through drifted powdered paths my healing does begin
rhythm of my brisk breath is like a cleansing hymn.
Serenity in solitude is what I seek,
in contemplative meditations I do speak
amongst the frosted firs a chapel for my prayers
in your Trust surrendering all worries and tears.

To slow life’s commotion and hush harsh emotion,
quiet communion in woodland is my potion -
sweetest swells of ecstasy makes my spirit swoon
in whitest snowdrop bloom my heart will follow soon.
With every snowy step I purify a thought
in this pristine Love I find absolution sought.

The winding trail I followed with a downcast face
and left behind the sorrow of my past disgrace.
Ascending farther to the snowy mountains peak
animated to discover my fate unique.
I shall not let my courage waver, not this time,
with weary steps I continue my forward climb.

The final steps to reach my summits divine light,
my mind virtuous as snowflakes of purest white,
I inhale the essence of life at nature’s hem,
finally free from chains of torment I condemn.
With Fate and Time to blend with Earth, I shall redeem
my dignity and recover my self-esteem.


Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul)
July 26, 2018
My poet's notes: It was a sincere pleasure and joy to be a part of this wonderful collaboration with two of the finest poets on the Soup, Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley. My special thanks go to Robert for inviting me to join this three-way collaboration of a soul-searching poem combining three aspects which I love about nature: winter, snow and the woods. Thank you, Susan and Robert, for your friendship and the inspiration you give me through your beautifully created, deep and emotional poetry.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018


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Waiting for a Message in a Bottle

The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder As I wait for my true love to wash back to me ~~~ The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart Within entangled emotions that silently drain Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart ~~~ Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed ~~~ Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle. Nov.01.2018 Tell Me A Story 2 Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri Placed 2 [4'th of 4]


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018


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Hope, A Little Remained

Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.

He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.

7-03-2018
For Silent One's,  eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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The Irony Of Fate



In a moment of juvenile jealousy he envies his red rival with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share of honey and vanilla spice as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric possessively cup her brandied beauty amidst wistful notions to revive his parched heart he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits to be cradled in the tulip of her essence - evaporating every chill from the calyx of her sweetened cordial warming her in the hearth of his hands as she melts like buttery sunbeams intoxicating the bleached beachy sands.. ...his dreamy grin falters and his tantric trance fades as tattered edges of reverie unravel and a haze beclouds his aged green-eyed gaze graying his white periwinkle pipe dream - as he sees that his best days are long past Susan Ashley July 18, 2018 ______________________________ *irony of fate represents the notion that the gods (or the Fates) are amusing themselves by toying with the minds of mortals with deliberate ironic intent* * the white periwinkle flower represents pleasures of memory * *cordial represents a strong, sweetened aromatic liquor; liqueur being expressed as a sensually stimulating medicine that invigorates and exhilarates*


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

14th March, 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley


I was inspired to write this sonnet after reading Robert Lindley’s sonnet “Leave This Sad heart, I Can Take No More Pain” and his notes on the sonnet. Due to the inspiration I received from his beautifully written sonnet, I asked Robert to write this sonnet in collaboration with me. I was much honored to work with Robert to complete this poem. Thank you very much, Robert. It is always a great pleasure to work with you.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017


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Fate and Destiny

How mischievous those goddesses of fate
That bend our paths toward our destiny
They tempt us, setting traps, with diff'rent bait
Like fools, we complicate simplicity

Each turn we take is draped in mystery
A lucky choice builds up our confidence
Then fate reminds us, oh so subtlely
Again, we're on the wrong side of the fence

The twists and turns of life offer suspense
We see our big break up around the bend
But fate knows that for love, there's no defense
Next thing you know, you've turned down a dead end

Fate has control of destiny it seems
Don't let that stop you chasing down your dreams



    by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet: abab bcbc cdcd ee





Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017


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I PRETEND

Yeah.. I pretend that I'm your man
And your hand's in mine forever
So clear.. love's eyes always see
Feelings that will extinguish never
So lets imagine.. you and me

I read your poems, taste fantasy
Enough to keep this dream alive
Not listening to lies.. of reality
I can survive, thinking we're real
Girl, you in my arms.. it's destiny 

Cause I can't go on
And there's no tomorrow 
If I'm all alone
Drowning in this sorrow
Breathe into my lungs 
Tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy
There's a me and you

Just love me now to eternity 
We could be so good together
My feelings can't be tethered
This love inside must be set free
Oh can't you see.. I wanna be
We need to be...

Cause I can't go on
And there's no tomorrow 
If I'm all alone
Drowning in this sorrow
Breathe into my lungs 
Tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy
There's a me and you

Girl, I don't want to pretend
But I can't let us end
So tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy...
There's a me and you

There's a me and you..
Got to be... a me and you!

~Lyric Man

Note: I wanted to write about feelings so strong, though they be fantasy, there is always the possibility that these feelings can reach over into reality. It's happened to me, so the writer is a believer in the magic of what could be.  I've seen dreams come true.. but could they in a place called, Soup???


Copyright © Lyric Man | Year Posted 2018


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Loves Luculent Light

Love’s Luculent Light Beyond the portals of time exist immaculate immortals incarnates of light, helped by the Angels to seed sempiternal love into our earthly existence. In Perpetuum within the gardens of bliss where love is benevolently breathed, upon its creation a vortex of golden light emanating from the veils of eternity. ~~~ Beyond all that is, love travels through light and finally rests upon my face, as the pores absorb its ecstatic ever essence, my body resonates in ecstasy. Beyond the realms of reality, my love spreads throughout the infinite voids, until it gently falls and rests on your flavorous face... thus a new love is born. Jennifer Lopez - Feel The Light (From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, Home) June.28.2018 Eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late Sponsored by: Silent One


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018


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Has Fate Have Something Special Planned

She longs to take possession of her heart, but she quickly forgets. He used his flattering power to gleam the pages and feast. Like the wind tossing the spider holding tight on a single web. She retraces the steps in her mind, her soul dares not sleep to be shattered by silence. She wonders if it will work, are they destined to reach for spring sunshine, a bouquet of wondrous beauty and sweetness. Like an eagle caged, she stumbles and thought about the man in her heart. Her spirit calms a heavenly trust. 6/26/2018


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018


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The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passion's zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

3-14- 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
First 8 verses by Teppo Gren, final 6 verses by Robert J. Lindley

Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén.
Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

Life cast a shadow on my downcast eyes,
as dreams became a tale of darkened dust.
Imparting charms destroyed by woeful lies
when deepest senses played with eager lust.
Adrift in hapless search of hidden why’s
my trust in love by endless fate encrust,
to seal the scars with wails of silent cries
and burning flames of raging love unjust.
As if a dagger through my heart is thrust
a dream so real is chained in loves demise,
Alone without a warm embrace I must
confront the lonely days of secret sighs.

From ashen dust a life of gold will soar,
with fading dusk my lustrous fate restore.

15th November, 2017
T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017


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Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears. 
She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018
Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)

NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished



Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights, love began under stars and brightest of moonlights. Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams; fiery echoes, night trysts and pleasurable screams! Love's greatest truth rests in thy bosom and kind heart, destined to meet that night and our souls never part! Fate fulfilled as we were thrilled, luscious love’s first blush, time together, had forever, no need to rush. Aroused desires stirred passions’ afire to burn like pulsing embers in joined flames of wanton yearn, till what was left, spent afterglow like cooling coal our hot bed then our sanctuary soul to soul. From passion's soul to soul, came steaming heart to heart, delicious love made each night glowing as fine art. Waking wrapped in love-joined joy, within Cupid's shot, giving you my all and all I have ever got. Days spent in loving arms that held our love so true, knowing your soft heart lives in me and all I do. From that day, when angels’ wings whispered you away, tears I cry are sweet relief when my mind does stray. Bleeding heart still blooms for you vibrant on the vine, though seeking tendrils ache without you to entwine. Oh the wish to taste your kiss, nectar ‘pon my lips, your thrilling touch still lingers since your life’s eclipse. Yet Fate had its saddest call, that none can deny, ours was to live its love-feast and not reason why. Now so alone, precious memories to sustain, moments of mirth that alleviate the great pain, feed my desires for your tender nightly embrace, know, no power ever known, can our love erase. Upon dawn's breaking, wake knowing you were once here, another memory lessens days flow of tears. Future promise of being joined in nightly bliss and in that moment having all I now so miss; your heart the flower, I the honey seeking bee, our love entwined in paradise under love's tree. Come take me to your Heaven's home of pearly light, my sombre soul now needs you like the stars need night. I look to skies bittersweet shades of twilight blue and daydream of your denim eyes of darkest hue. For a time imagining I’m held in your gaze your magic’s purest charms still don’t fail to amaze. Please find my kiss I’ve blown to you upon the breeze, I send to you my love with prayers while on my knees. Praying to be with you rather sooner than late, memories move to close the circle of our fate. Gather my soul, lift me to you like a feather, with spun gossamer of sacred ties that tether. Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) _______________June 13, 2018_______________ My poet’s note: Thank you my friend, for sharing your friendship and the joy of this write with me! Again, you lead the way with your splendid talent and abundant inspiration you so freely give. Your generous gifts light up my imagination and your beautiful lead stanza set the stage for a creative and poetic experience that made our collaboration most satisfying. Sharing concepts and creating our work together feels quite natural to me. I truly appreciate your deep and tender artistry, Robert, and also your patience for the delays caused by my busy-ness in these hectic days... Robert’s poet’s note: My dear friend, again I have been honored and blessed to have the gift of composing this tale of love and its magnificent blessings with you! My short poem fragment(first stanza)based upon a relationship I had over four decades ago, has been beautifully completed in our collaboration, because of your wonderful verses, inspiration, and immense talent. Even beyond our friendship, you have further honored me with your great kindness and your truly generous gift of writing with me... For all of that my dear friend, I am so deeply indebted...


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Fortunes Of My Tears


I see the future in the constellation of my crystal tears as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy. Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego - sacrificing my fire. Your unwillingness to ascend from darkness on wings of breath and light is not lost on me ~ as you strut your fan of peacock plumes snuffing out any hope for my flickery flame. Susan Ashley July 19, 2018 ________________________ ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Any July 2018 Poem Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings ________________________ ~ POTD ~ July 21, 2018


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.

His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest

Note : I rarely ever do Prose. Started with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.. Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing... She vexes me to no end sometimes.....


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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The Last Stand




An ancient twilight tree now stands alone with weakened cries of olden creak and groan; winter’s rattling winds do rise and shake it - silhouette stark and shriveled is reaching wizened limbs thirst for Mercy beseeching; prides the deep roots he laid down that did knit - Nature bemoans as old oak's overblown. Susan Ashley November 29, 2018 ~ Second Place ~ Contest: The Last Sponsor: Silent One
*Overblown: to blow over, away, or across. Late 15c., blown over, passed away. For the purpose of this poem, ‘overblown’ means to fall over by force of the wind.. ‘overblown’ can also be defined as ‘passed away’, which in the context of this poem means ‘the death of’* *Rhyme scheme: AA B CC B A*


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack

Tale Of Righteous And Just Demise Of Old Jack

Old Jack had shot many before, once just for the sheer hell of it
Never squeamish about the gore or splattered about fleshy bits
Once making it an all night spree, drinking whiskey after each shot
Only once did he do it for free, knowing generosity fills no empty pot.

One hot June night, he did away with tough cat called dangerous Dan
Such a bloody sight, no easy task but put sweet coin in his empty pan
Next day trip at the lake, he sniper shot famous knife fighter Jake
A cool twenty grand take, such sweet fun nobody could ever fake.

Old Jack, wicked as all hell, sure such Fate he would never meet
Called his shots "ringing the bell", having never faced a defeat
Once for big money, shot three men in a shady lakefront bar
Later for loss of his "honey", ran over ex-wife's lover with his car.

One cool Spring day, stranger came sworn to make old Jack pay
Dressed in a beggerdly way, as a weakened and feeble old stray
With hidden might and its all, Fate had finally sent its dark call
While Jack was having a ball, swift bullet made its bloody landfall.

Young John proud as all hell, had so gaily rang Jack's old bell
Had his story to soon tell, how he spate on dying Jack as he fell
One shot between those beady eyes, hundred bucks the prize
Nobody there shed a tear, for now there was young John to fear.

8-29-2018
Rhyme


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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Our Hand Hold


For Timothy Lee, the best of me
When your hand holds my hand we stand a complete one as only two hearts true can do. Let the strongest of winds come – Our hand hold will never end. Even when our bodies are past mend, our hand hold will never end. Let thundering rains saturate us with all mercurial skies can pour as our entwined fingers embrace. United our pieces shall endure – Our hand hold will never end. Even when our flesh does ground blend, our hand hold will never end. No matter the fickleness of our weather soulmate love is its own conclusion as fate’s tapestry stitched together. Despite the bruising dealt by intrusion – Our hand hold will never end. Even when comes our final ascend, our hand hold will never end. ... CayCay Jennings August 17, 2018


Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018


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The frog and the cricket

The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped


Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2017


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The Cat and the Fish

A cat jumped in the river
to meet a fellow fish,
he wanted to be like them
it was his only wish.

He figured he could do it
he had everything it takes,
with whiskers on his front parts
and a tail a catfish makes.

He swam down to the bottom
while holding in his breath,
but soon began to worry
that this might end in his death.

His little heart was pounding 
as he raced back to the top,
he determined if he made it
that he wasn't going to stop.

He broke the surface with a splash
and gulped in lots of air,
He climbed up the embankment
and ran like he didn't care.

He ran through empty fields
and to home ran all the way,
and when he got their safely
stopped to think about the day...

"I love to watch the catfish
as they circle down below,
they move around so effortless
and offer quite a show."

He wanted to be like them
so he thought, in blissful glee,
but then he came to realize
...'twas curiosity.

Their mesmerizing silky glide
and tantalizing tryst,
offered a temptation
that brings us to this twist:

The cat by then concluded
that it was to be his fate,
that he should rather have the catfish
on his dinner plate.


Copyright © Cary Snowden | Year Posted 2018


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Love's Dilemma

Love’s Dilemma

Happy one minute
Sad the next
Speaks volumes
To the constant
Ebb and Tide
Of what’s called
Love’s Dilemma. 

When two people
Meet and fall
Deeply in love
Passions abound
Emotions afire
Whilst they bask
In true desire.

Love’s power
Can heal
Can hurt
It’s magic
May enchant
May mesmerize
And surprise!

Love’s passion
Excites us
Teases us
Reveals us
Stirs emotions
Makes us
Feel whole.

The bargain is
It takes two
To tango
To love
To want
To have
To hold.

And always
To be bold
To love—
Unconditionally
With your mind
With your heart
With your soul!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
June 8, 2018 (Accentual Meter)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2018


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Mountain

The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb Stored in the belly of the hefty hill The harvest, food for all, food to fill Spring is here, they forget the winter chill Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze Through the earthen caverns they wander Wealth and fortune they do squander They do not think, they do not ponder What a waste these people brought No knowledge gained, no answers sought Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought Blood spilled, turning the mountain red The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.


Copyright © Andrew Walker | Year Posted 2017