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In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
(The Solemn Prayer)
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.
Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225
Note- I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......
Through eternal sun stars and space
My love shall find you I will embrace
Thru invisible realms and empty voids
There is nothing that my love avoids
Thru stormy clouds and distant dreams
My love shall be there in sailing streams
Within broken hearts and withered souls
My love shall rise above these hellish holes
Thru lonely streets and dark smoked rooms
My love shall find you through the fumes
Within abandoned hope and life on edge
My love shall find you this I solely pledge
Thru forgotten time and distant sorrow
My love shall find you with Cupids arrow
Thru hell itself and the armies of darkness
My love shall enlighten even the heartless
Thru times of grief and unwanted wasted war
Just look above for my love will start to pour
Thru anguished thoughts and apprehensions
My love shall find you through all dimensions.
Aug.05.2017
The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display
Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a rusted front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store
Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop lonely sycamore trees
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees
Planting a bush in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine
Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real
Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of the verses above will now show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below
Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part
All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore
So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Poetic ramblings from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
11/03/19
The reason I think this poem is Trophy Worthy is it is one of my favorite poems, because it is me. A good amount of fun and nonsense and a lot of beautiful love which is what fuels my pen. I believe my cadence and rhymes are very good and it was a fun poem to write. I think those who read it really enjoyed it because it made them smile and that is usually my goal when writing poetry.
My inky echoes conflate,
atop mountains of ivory versos;
Blank pages into whispers,
like the sway of moonlight tides;
Papers dappled by my ineffable,
frays of jet-black cursive swirls;
My best ideas are forever found,
somewhere amidst silent worlds;
'Tis best to search for me right before,
the feathery quill touches to the page;
Arisen from the blotter, my hand held in totter,
but before I drizzle down the tar;
Where my psyche thinks loud,
with the rhythm and the rage;
A battle-ballet of coarse cashmere haze,
only then does my heart think to open up its cage;
Still I promise to always behave like a poet,
one who is the epitome of an idyllic odist;
Solemn ink be my savior, perhaps a mind lost in time,
resonant verse between blinks, my soul in the lines--
March 15, 2016
~
Come walk with me
to a heart beat in blossom
Dance in the streets
of a new foreign town
Welcome the evening
with moon beams now swaying
Under the stars
when there’s no one around
Singing a song
to a melody’s whimper
Sigh on the eve
of our first kiss delight
Wander an island,
drink Pina Coladas
Sit by the shore
and be one with the night
Follow a scent
down the road to forever
Write poetry
with our hearts as the pen
Whispering love
while the other is smiling
Promise it true
and then do it again
Cling to a dream
we’ll relive in the morning
Capture the breeze
that does tickle your hair
Swim in the love
that now washes our bodies
Find everyday
is a new one to share
~
Lovesick Ollie Octopus
was feeling so terribly sad
He burst into floods of tears
and sobbed to his grandad
Grandad said now Ollie
will you please stop crying
The ocean is salty enough
that fact there’s no denying
Ollie begged grandad’s advice
he said Ollie just listen to me
You’ve got more than one heart
in fact you’re blessed with three
You’ve got eight long tentacles
which can act as loving arms
But all the female octopuses
are still oblivious to your charms
Grandad scratched his head
and said now listen sonny
You need to charm the ladies
with jokes - so make them funny
And if you get them laughing
as sure as sure can be
One's bound to fall in love with you
buy a joke book and just see
So Ollie purchased a joke book
and learned lots of fishy puns
But when he tried to use this line
about the ‘Codfather’, his date runs!
So Ollie joined an inter-net dating site
one called ‘plenty more fish in the sea’
He met a lonely octopus called Olivia
they’re now engaged and are truly happy
Thanks to Harlequin for the inspiration xx
06/13/21
Find me then, when gilded ruby sky
Adorns mauve twilight on canvas pink
Pleasing ardor of magenta dreams
Tinting smiles in brushstrokes tangerine;
Find me then, when ocean's blue bosom
Scintillates waves' vermilion passions
As sun's orange glow folds in embrace
Caressing kiss of love --find me then.
June 11, 2020
Placed 3rd: Repeat the phrase poetry contest
Nine syllables per line (hommanysyllables.com)
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Had Hoped to Find
While searching, seemed so hard to tell,
Which would be our most favorite shell;
Had to constantly, consistently compare,
As they laid on seashore here and there.
Shells were round, oblong and also odd;
Have been prepared by our beloved God,
With bright colors and delicate designs;
Often are spiral or could be curvy lines.
Through shells would separate and strain;
Ocean waves played such a sweet refrain,
Asking why we became such a big creep;
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.
Each day morning does beautifully break;
We will always respect God and His sake;
Shells which we love must be left behind,
For searchers who them had hoped to find.
Jim Horn
*Inspired by photo*
From up above I see
Not what the clouds hide
But delicate blades of grass
Like my fragile emotions
Hanging over the cliff
Waiting to be acknowledged
With a soft touch
Soft as the baby blue skies
Seen in the distance
Transformed into strength
Of emerging mountain peaks
Through the fog of thoughts
That led me to this place
To find the answers
High enough to see for miles
That I climbed to find within
Heidi Sands
1/25/18
Placed 1st in the standard contest 65. Sponsor Brian Strand.
Placed 1st on the best new poems list.
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
If life were but a simple chart
laid out for us to follow,
the lovely dreams that fill each heart,
would never see tomorrow.
Oh, hidden dreams so tucked away
in the deep darkness, of our minds-
we never know which ones- someday
become tomorrow's happy finds.
We drift along- blindly at times,
accepting what we see in-store;
when suddenly, a doorbell chimes
that leads us to a brighter shore.
So, live life with its routine schemes,
within its moments, bright or gray;
but leave unlocked your door of dreams-
for one may call on you someday
What might you find there
down deep in my soul
Within the darkness
of that expansive hole
Will there be substance
Will there be diamonds or coal
Step down the stairs quickly
at the door pay your toll
If you wish to be a voyeur
there will be plenty to see
Unclothed and oh so gorgeous
beautiful women are plenty
Yet the guilt from these carnal thoughts
makes me feel a strange empty
I long for their pleasure
yet I yearn to be set free
Walk a bit further
see deeper to my core
You have just scratched the surface
do you really want to see more
My soul is a vast ocean
no ceiling and no floor
Liquid and expansive
molton lava shore to shore
There is plenty of love there
tremendous courage it's true
I have known my share of pain
there is much that I've been through
Roads I've traveled are many
dark alleys quite a few
I've found the way to the light
my heart is forged a steel blue
If you travel far enough
you will bathe within light
The darkness a shield
to protect this soul with might
Beyond the locked door
my soul rises like a kite
Only those who have courage
can fly to such great height!
For Frank's Contest
Thinking memories back in my childhood
Only the meaningful ones I recall
I have so many, some bad and some good
Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt
Playing my most favorite sports- baseball
Rolling down mountains, grass stains on my shirts
So shy was I, so very soft spoken
Flirting with schoolgirls in short mini-skirts
I still have that amusement park token
Hanging in arcades with some of my peers
My first girlfriend- she left me heartbroken
Remembering...I find myself in tears
So many memories, all of my years
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
11/25/2020
Find me then – when silence surrounds me;
when the sun has climbed down from his throne
and left behind magenta magic.
When I look out at night’s profoundness,
find me then, for I will be waiting -
like La Luna with her entourage
of stars. And when I am captured by
their beauty, come and see their glitter
in my eyes! Where I wait, find me then.
June 11, 2020 (based on phrase #1)
for nette onclaud's Repeat The Phrase Poetry Contest
Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she
pushes her way downstream
Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base of a mighty oak
arising from a seed
splashes falling all around
quenching my need
my need to be free
pushing me to bloom
Here is where you'll find me
growing if only for you
waiting patiently for your soft touch
hoping your wings might
brush beside me
as you momentarily flutter by
hoping you take
a little peek inside of me
inside the place I carry
the fruits that nourish life
for generations to flourish
and for happiness to thrive
Here is where I'll stand
in the sun and in the night
watching over you
and your glorious flight
swaying with the summer breeze
brightening up the bend
and being true to the ever end