Best Golden Thread Poems
When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.
Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in that magnificent soft warm glow;
savor precious moment, follow which way it blows
casting care to the wind, seek victory that never fails?
As smiling blue sky, clears to send you a most wondrous day
your heart explodes in radiance of sacred gifts
with sunny joy bestowed as clouded spirit lifts -
hope’s appreciation cupped in hands; precious golden ray.
Sweet tears of joy that bring us back to laughter of our youth
when colors filled our world not overcast with doubt,
and purest pleasures bloomed and new ideas did sprout
from creativity’s simple seeds sown in fertile truth.
So for a time give wings to worry’s flight from your pained mind,
your future’s not as bleak as life would make it seem;
bare feet can splash in puddles neath a rainbowed dream,
life’s pleasures in your golden age still there for you to find.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 9, 2018
Poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, your enchanting inspiration has worked its magic, once again, for generating yet another radiant collaborative experience. It’s was with wonderful pleasure that I enjoyed the opportunity to write with you this meaningful poem of hope and happiness as one grows older… the golden thread of hope continues to weave its way through our writes and I’m proud of the tapestry our words do create. I relish the privilege of being your writing partner, it is my lovely joy and an honor. Your superb poetic talent and insight gives your poetry a lustrous quality and a rich value that I treasure. It is with my truest appreciation that I call you, my friend. Thank you Robert.
Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow!
That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams
with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems;
this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path
death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath,
torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift
chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift!
Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair
wading through this evil world's black pits without care;
her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost,
found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed.
I saw the world with open eyes but could not see
Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee...
Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart,
seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part.
My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race
as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face,
I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss
your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss.
That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith
willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith,
I found with you the heart to fall in love once more
and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor.
Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow
you have my whole attention for you stole the show.
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 27, 2018
Poet’s note: Yet again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, Robert. There is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.. With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend.
She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A true vixen, fallen from moonlit skies
Siren setting hungry souls on fire!
She wore blue dress, flowers her laurel crown
This I confess, her kisses honeyed gems
Remember her in lush silk morning gown
Brightest golden thread adorning its hem.
Her red lips, havens of hottest retreat
Hands begging to be held, heart pleading more
Manna, a lover would relish to eat,
Visions of paradise's welcoming shore!
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2020
Romanticism, ( From A Memory, A Vision, A Youthful Treasure )
Note:
This poem was inspired by my reading of Lady
Labyrinth's truly magnificent poem, titled-
"Horus in Paradise", this is my tribute and
homage paid to a very, fine poetess, and for
such an inspirational poem that gave rise to me
setting pen to hand and composing on the spot.
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Edit - Awarded Poem Of The Week- 6/07/2020
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttering in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day
As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend.
As sky greets the land like a golden thread,
I cry for my heart is truly Broken.
Muted memories from the day we wed.
The future was promised by words spoken.
Your pure soul taken from our earthen bed!
Bird like angels transport you to the sky.
Weeping willows now join in my sorrow.
Unable to give me an answer why.
Today is lost, I long for tomorrow.
There within the Heavens we will both fly!
By: Robert Lindley & Richard Lamoureux
I care, I search in the depths of my heart,
A higher power that will guide me in every start.
God the loving Father, the nourisher of life,
Helps me tide over and conquer every strife.
I search for love’s golden thread connecting one and all,
Uniting nations and people as a single whole.
I search for God’s benevolence and beauty everywhere.
Wish to astound people by showing that I do care.
I search for the light of wisdom’s warm embrace,
So that from my life, darkness I can displace.
With wisdom as an abiding and bosom friend,
I know, the journey through life is easier to mend.
I search for a fresh dawn and a beauteous setting sun,
And peaceful sleep when my task for the day is done.
The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise
The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm firefly night
The melancholic song I'd never croon
Ten trillion stars, a shimmering chemise
Which cloaked the sky in sparkles green and red
Connected by the rays of golden thread
How could one tire, admiring nights like these?
Upon magnolia trees, blossoms were strewn
The nightingale heard his call and took flight
I might sit here until the morning light
Like days of old, these nights would make us swoon
Sublimity ...
Bandit of my breath
Summer blond tresses, pure
Splashed with amber bands, aglow
Slowly twisting down to soft, stretchy curls
Bouncing on your shoulders with heavenly mirth
Like a child bouncing her bed Christmas morn
Exquisite texture, as combed Turkish velour
Meant for the delve of only tender hands
Loving fingers that honor privilege
Every touch savored, adored
Each strand a rarity
A golden thread
Ephemeral.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice 9 Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
The windows of regret are open now
I long to drift out into the quiet night
But now to my memories I must bow
Holding on to heartaches oh so tight
The window is covered in golden thread
Which moves in rhythm with the breeze
The silken colors mourn my dead
And sorrow brings me to my knees
Why did you leave this world so soon?
Again I taste the salt of silver tears
I should have held you 'neath the moon
Forever through these countless years
To night belong shadows of our past
When innocence crowned our heads
The day that fate had ruled our last
And placed my heart among the dead.......
Rudderless and without sails
I'm adrift- mind wanders free
upon an endless sea of sadness
abounding in storm debris
Was that a ragged fragment
of my life that floated by?
Taunting tease, just out of reach
too torn to identify
Leaning back, I close my eyes
and count this journey's great cost
child, fortune, family
somehow, all but hope was lost
From my mast, where sails would be
that golden thread dangles yet
billowing fierce with each gust
tangling into a net
It seems to multiply there
growing thicker, stronger still
I watch it weave a new sail
as it fortifies my will
Braver now, I stand at helm
and face this fathomless fear
charting a bold new course through
confusion, anger, and tears
I've heard it said that anger
is just sadness in disguise
and scouting my horizon
I believe this true (and wise)
For the tempest that destroyed
both my ship and confidence
wasn't tragedy or fate
but old sorrow grown immense!
I stole the silver lining
from the clouds above
and wove them into a mantle
for my bare shoulders
no longer will wishes come true
this atrocity realized
the heavens opened
crying sparkling tears
these I beaded on a
golden thread for my neck
when darkness came, I pulled
the twinkling stars from
the night stitching them
into a flowing skirt
using the crescent moon
as a tiara for my hair
for these sins I am damned
instead of creating something
beautiful, I pillaged it
selfish, narcissistic, envious
of beauty beyond my own
Line of inquiry:
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”
Looking back, I saw my ignominious past,
Reflected as on the surface of a plain mirror.
Seeing my hideous image, I felt the need to change,
Change into a new being… that’s what I so desired.
With a heart aflame and a conscience revived,
I vowed to rise and leave my past behind.
I fought hard to cut down the chains of habit,
That held me tight and kept me a prisoner.
Determined I was to claim my ground at every step,
And turn my back on the shadows that creep.
No more to be ruled by exaggerated notions of my worth,
Nor be a captive to my own ego, but be kind and loving.
Thus, God helped me discover my golden pathway,
To inner peace and happiness of a sublime kind..
I let compassion, the guiding light under my feet,
And love, a golden thread that links one and all.
Now, I see each dawn as a new lease of life,
And thank God for granting one more day to improve
To look at everything fresh with a new insight,
And fare ahead in life, moving steadily from better to best.
In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations,
a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul,
how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days
clinging to my heart, roots entangled
in memories, ever-present, yet invisible.
Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander,
a pilgrim lost in the vastness of my own histories,
each moment a pearl on a golden thread,
its brilliance heavy, a chain of yesterdays
binding my wings, a song of lingering shadows.
Dawn is a promise, an untouched canvas,
but my fingers tremble, stained with the ink of the past,
how can I paint tomorrow’s rays, when the sunset still persists,
its colors bleeding into the dawn sky,
a silent protest against the birth of something new.
In the garden of my mind, old flowers wither,
their bittersweet perfume, the memory of another time,
each petal a turned page, a lived story,
how can new buds burst forth, when the soil is saturated
with echoes of past days, roots deeply imprinted
in the sacred earth.
The river of time flows, an eternal current,
yet in its depths, the shadows of yesterday swim,
how to navigate these waters, to find a new beginning,
when the undertow of the past pulls at my heart,
its whispers a siren song, drawing me back to shores
paved with fragments of who I once was.
But perhaps, in this dance of shadows and light,
there lies a hidden grace, a gentle acceptance,
that echoes of yesterday need not be chains,
but threads woven into the tapestry of my becoming,
each memory a brushstroke, not a burden,
a part of the whole, the story revealed.
For the moon rises as the sun sets, an eternal cycle,
and in this cosmic rhythm, I too can find my place,
how to begin anew, I wonder,
embracing the symphony of past days,
letting them sing, but not define the melody,
for in the depths of the heart, possibility blooms,
a phoenix reborn from the ashes of what once was.
You are the newest thread
in the tapestry of my life -
once neatly-patterned,
but now criss-crossed
and sig-zagged
with the vibrant strands
of your sister.
You, too, will be interwoven
into the fabric of my life
and be interlaced through
its brightness and hues
and be intricately entwined
and securely knotted
with one golden thread -
Love.
how can it be?
how can you suddenly
be so far away from me?
you cant come with me
so I will have to miss you so very badly..
the food trips
the late night talks
your laugh everytime i tripped over something..
your 'your-so-dumb' look eveytime I talk like im out of this world
and Icould not thank you enough for that
I do not want to feel sad..
Out there, i'll be looking forward
to be home again.
so don't be sad too..
Just think of the day
when I was just sitting here
I am not really gone..
i haven’t left ur side at all,
not even for a short while..
I apologize I cannot see you on your big day..
but on the next 'big day' I promise I'll be there..
so dont think this is parting..
for this is not..
Just think I'll be away for a short vacation
a trip for a better start..
I will miss you my inmate..
but who knows?
Who knows indeed?
maybe I haven’t really left
maybe the friendship Ive always kept
has woven a golden thread
a thread that shall remain
forever
and we’ll never ever need
to say goodbye..
The golden thread
Ties them together
Like the strings of the spider
Wrapping around
So strong- binding so softly
Binding so softly
A web enclosing
The two into one
Feeling eternally entwined
Not wanting to separate
This fiber- such great value
Surrounding and uniting the couple
Produces a feeling of security
As they touch each other
A thrilling sensation
Generating a feeling of wealth
Sealing components
Creating a team
Mutually advantageous
The perfect symbiosis
The bond is made
Weaving hearts together
In the most special way
Sprouting its magical seeds
Drawing them closer and closer
The golden thread of love
An unbreakable tie
Ultimate joy of togetherness
Visions of the future
A dream come true
The golden thread
Binding so softly
This fiber- such great value
Generating a feeling of wealth
The bond is made
The golden thread of love