Best Gladly Poems
For You My Love Through Hell I'd Gladly March
When mother earth into blue sky enfolds
And the oceans dance to a lively tune
The tiny, tiny mouse grows ever bold
Lion growls angrily at the weeping moon
Life spins its mysteries and Hope returns
Nights tender touch gives a sweet splash, fresh kiss
Midnight clock awaits love's fantastic burn
Such romance this begging heart does not miss.
When mother earth eats a ravishing sky
And you my love, will find me here waiting
Heart wanting your luscious lips is the why
In your rose garden we began dating.
First kissed you beneath your garden's arch.
For you my sweet love through Hell I would march!
Robert J. Lindley.
Sonnet
For Her , I'd Gladly Bleed
Thank God, finally found what I've never had
Missing those hugs and kisses my life was so sad
Her love and smiles are all that I ever want
not living without them , here's praying I don't
Gone are cold mornings waking up all alone
Of my past dark deeds I can never atone
With her body laying softly next to mine
she keeps me from again crossing that line
Thank God, my sweetest love ever wanted me
giving such joy that my life became so free
Gone are dark nights so filled with deep pain
my darling wife brought back true love again
She got all that I ever want or will ever need
for her life I would gladly cut and bleed
She is all that I had hoped to ever get
for me she is life's greatest love and perfect fit
Thank God, I found what made me so glad
when my life was low and heart hurt so bad
I have it all, this the greatest love I've now got
some are so blessed while sadly others are not
Thank God, finally found what I've never had
Missing those hugs and kisses my life was so sad
Her love and smiles are all that I ever want
not living without them , here's praying I don't
Robert Lindley, 11-30-2014
note: Here at the end of the rodeo I finally find the gal for me(ten years now).
Perhaps it only came about because I changed. I softened and mellowed
out . I banished my wild streak and asked for help from a higher power.
I do not write in April, because that’s the month that comes before May.
I do not write in April, because then June would arrive in total disarray!
I do not write in April, now, although I have before this day.
I do not write in April, actually, although with words I’m known to play.
I do not write in April, when there’s ANZAC’s, Easter and Palm Sunday.
I do not write in April, and from that delicate decree I’ll not go astray.
I do not write in April, but exactly why, I can’t quite say.
I do not write in April, and it’s for the best, that here, I don’t betray.
I do not write in April, although I do read papers from my in-tray.
I do not write in April, so you won’t find any papers in my out-tray.
I do not write in April, when I’m outside whiling my time away.
I do not write in April, for that fills my insides with strange dismay!
I do not write in April, for I’ll not wear a wreath like a gloomy lay!
I do not write in April, but I’ll cheerfully whistle down your way.
I do not write in April come whatever, come what may.
I do not write in April. I do not write in April I say!
I do not write in April, but I’d gladly sing a song for Spring to stay.
I am stuffed up to my gills,
Stomach sated fully filled
Plates licked clean, my palate's dream-
Do you mind to pay the bill?
*Let me ask y'all something: would the last line be better if it read "Would you mind to foot the bill"? Someone let me know! ;)
And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.
She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
Sonnet
Jesus came with a message of good news
calling all sinners to repentance
He spoke in parables so all understood
that all who rejected Him received His sentence
Jesus spoke with simplicity and authority
for He was God's son, heavenly sent
to lead the people to believe the gospel
for only then could they truly repent
The common people heard Him gladly
for Jesus spoke with real compassion
showing He loved them to the last
moving them by His fullest action
These people weren't like the Pharisees
or the Sadducees and rulers of the land
who thought they were above all others
in reality, were blindly and a lost band
The common people were so glad
to hear Jesus every blessed word
for it brought them life and hope
in their hearts were truly stirred
("And the common people heard him gladly.")
Mark 12: 37b
Frustration has bubbled right over the top
Can't count on services today, okay I'll stop
Just the mood I'm in
Promises are thin
Mean nothing anymore, for the old days I'd swap
© Jack Ellison 2016
The streets fiercely stares
Adding to my misery and fears.
While the police brings the tears
Shooting with the gun and their stares.
In our world, things work in reverse
Drifting slowly and never clears
As office bandits drink to cheers
While documents go damn with smears.
We thank the head of state who cares
To see we rot without heirs
For with no dime and without affairs,
Our lives waste through the years.
Semi clad lasses walk, undaunted by stares
While the synagogue no longer prepares
The soul but steal the wares
Of the plebeians with little shares.
Robbers in broad daylight erect stairs
For they, living in their own spheres
Proudly put on airs
And gag in stupor on various beers
Just like a God forsaken sentry
Who in poverty would for money permit entry
And in lassitude gently await purgatory,
For 25frs, I would gladly sell my country
© Temajung Michael T.
In Thy Love-Realm I Would Gladly Live And Die
Feeding thy mind soft-sweet words, heart wrapped in pure silk
thou art breathe of morn, treasure of thy mother's milk;
composing within feverish high prancing gleams,
flowing in fantastic velvety seamless seams.
This poet-spirit lives solely within thy grace
its rare gentleness and warm welcoming embrace;
send this day, dearest words of thy beating heart's pleas,
paradise, romance made by both our shining seas.
In that feast, where heaven showers with love-gold flakes
thy kisses art panacea for this soul aches;
thy voice singing songs that make earthen angels cry
for in thy love-realm I would gladly live and die.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-30-2016
I just want to take the day off
Walk all over the house, up and down the hall in my drawers
With a lit cigarette in my mouth
"Round the time I was supposed to be clocking in
Trying to meet ends
More I make the more they take
Today it's not gonna be that way
My old girl gone and took the kids with her
I'm not wrong ladies
But fellas!
Don't she have to leave in order for me to miss her?
TV is cool but it can't never take the place of a Marvin Gaye groove
Food for the soul + Soul food
Cornbread, chicken, and greens
Somebody somewhere knows what I mean
When you want to be left alone
A happy home stays that way when a man can stay there from time to time
With his records, cigars, gin and wine
Left alone........
Just for a while with no one else around to put him down
Or raise a fuss when the music is up loud
Simply left alone, Not separate
You'd be suprised how a whole lot of things would stay together that way
I gladly sigh, when seasons bid me bye
When part of me is stolen by their charm
When I find in their composure no harm
When in their shades birds and bees freely fly
When earth, oceans and heavens seem draw nigh
When I win fathoming their artful arm
I gladly sigh...
When buds and blossoms stand peacefully shy
When in their presence devious unarm
When no death and decay blow their alarm
When I see harmony holds its head high
I gladly sigh...
29 October 2022
Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
Of all the women in this word
I believe there's only one
Who'd walk with me through my darkest hour
Just to be my shining sun
She'd walk with me through endless seas
Without ever looking back
I may not be her first
But I'd gladly be her last
I may not be the first to ever hold her
Or the one to wipe a teardrop from her eye
But when my time on this old world is over
She'll be the one I want standing by my side
We keep coming back together
After tears shed through the years
I guess that's how we know it's fate
That keeps bringing us back here
I'd give her all of my love
As we forget about our past
I may not be her first
But I'd gladly be her last
I may not be the first to ever hold her
Or the one to wipe a teardrop from her eye
But when my time on this old world is over
She'll be the one I want standing by my side
I keep hoping that our someday
Will be just around lifes bend
And what brought us here
Will finally get to mend
I'm trying to find a way
To put my love upon her map
I may not be her first
But I'll gladly be her last
I don't need to be her first
I just long to be her last
God Gladly Enter
I must pray, ask for forgiveness and be a repenter
And of all my attention allow God to be in center;
Urge me on;
Him pray upon;
Then into me and my being He will gladly enter.
Jim Horn
G-ladly wait for forever,
N-ever hope for worldly things;
V-igor, faith, trust and love give
N-othing but Lord God's blessings.
Topic: Birthday of Geraldine Ng Victorio Narciso (March 21)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
Pulling myself out of the 2020 mud
Sluggish and stunned, fatter from sheltering in place
My eyes are shut tightly,
Attitude indiscernible
Light nearly gone from my soul
It has been the worst year of my life
Starting with the January death of my mother
It’s 2021! Someone yells with sheer joy.
I know it’s my husband. He’s the only other human here.
In this mole hole we live in, with dark windows,
Competing TVS blaring.
I shove both I-pads off my lap.
Which is considerably larger this year.
The couch is full of junk from October and November.
I begin to clear the couch. Hiding the stuff in other places.
Amazed that my whole attitude changes after the junk is gone.
It is a new day, I feel refreshed. My energy has returned in a whoosh!
It is 2021! A clean slate. A fresh page! A year to kiss and hug and commute.
I begin to dance as the cloud of 2020 lifts off my chest,
I feel sixty pounds lighter!