Best Holds Poems
Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues
Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews
Flee thee far back into thy dark Lord's abode
Plead thy master, at Byrnhilda's rock for aid
Summer's warmth, my fiery embers sent explode
My Viking blood, proves I am iron made
With such power I banish thee with one breath
Tho' thy great wealth of evil is fierce and strong
Birthright, I draw residues from Odin's death
Epic strength and power from Valkyries's song
Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews
Carry thy dark master this warning I send
With shields of truth, and armored Nordic powers
And with soul's all, and all my strength I defend
Against stones thrown from Dark Lord's brimstone towers
When Valhalla's halls open for my passing
And Odin sits with mighty Thor at his side
Few will have entered in this pledge surpassing
Held firm, courage, loyalty and Viking pride
Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews
Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2016
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Total # Words: 221
Note: I was bored this afternoon, decided to finish last 12 verses to this poem.
Begun as a tribute to my Viking heritage..
Hope you may enjoy it my friends..
What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond
Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs
What dread had I of illness or passage of Father Time
when great beauty of verse sang so deep, dancing in its rhyme
Waves of its amber grains, its sandy beach, its great pleasures
stirred heart, pleading soul in immeasurable measures!
If tired, I cast myself upon lands flowing true and fair
seeing magnificence in Earth, Life, Nature- everywhere
Before dawn, before slumber flees this soul's poetry dreams
of paradise shores, poetic thoughts, soft cast golden beams
Winds of change and sublime words to describe and thus to match
castles of hope, beauty's grace and golden eggs- set to hatch!
Fearing not of, high flying fancies and heavenly flights
of lost romantic desires, cast adrift on stormy nights
Or that of abandoned ships left behind in gleaming seas
for poetry gifts its love and blessings of granted pleas
Bountiful harvests of word-seeds so pleasurably sown
are but summer days sending cool winds so gratefully blown!
What holds more resplendent gifts of the great and vast beyond
than poetry, its powers, which poets are so very fond
How its paintings, colors memories one sweetly recalls
of life, living and flames of hot-romance youth often falls
Beyond poetic seas of white-cropped waves and foaming foam
may this old poet's soul, in death, forever gaily roam!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2018
Rhyme, (Inspired verse) (Poetry is Life and Treasure too)
Note- I dedicate this poem to my very good friend Susan Ashley and her wondrously inspiring new poem that inspired me to write this today.
Her new poem titled, The Red Leaf- set me to thinking of its beautiful poetry
and life. And how much poetry means to so many dedicated and in love with poetry poets!
I sat down and this flowed right on out, early this morn.
Note: Use in my poem of "white-cropped" = "white" for good, "cropped" for "appearing unexpectedly".
Thus translated- beyond poetic seas of = unexpectedly good waves and foaming foam.
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Soft flurries of affection
find my eyes lost in the prism
of the beauty that engulfs my world,
for to inhale is to fall into
the scent of sweet essence floating
the breeze exhaling from your skin
You slumber, silence caresses gently
while phrases of euphoric devotion
gather within of this angelic vision,
a smile appears, perhaps dreams of us,
morning glory vistas full abloom,
as I reach for pad and pen
Words pour on the page,
my fingers dance in rhythmic patterns
now wrapped warmly about my thoughts
and I wonder quietly to myself,
where is it they are born,
how do they flow so easily
From this mind that constantly spins
in whirls of enchanted visions,
heavenly views and frantic desires,
where each vowel, noun, adjective or verb
in feathered shapes of ink, somehow
scribble silhouettes of my love for you
It is now that I notice, while
sitting in the frail sunshine of the dawn
whispering from an awakening horizon
that my hands are empty, my fingers barren
for it seems as I write of my love for you,
it is my heart that holds my pen
I flew across the sea
to view the greatest art
though beauty I did see
it did not hold my heart.
I climbed the highest peak
beheld the grandest part
though glory I did seek
it did not hold my heart.
I saw lovely gardens
their colors stood apart
and though I could admire
it did not hold my heart.
I spied a humble church
sat under altar’s arch
the cross, yes! my soul search
for Christ, He holds my heart.
Blackness Engulfs Rare Beauty Whose Soft Heart There Holds
Blackness engulfs rare beauty whose soft heart there holds
she that pretty flowers envy yet still dare to adorn.
Emerging as a rare butterfly from cocoon's deep folds,
her light will grace all and never her heart be torn.
As darkness seeks its wrapping gulf of shrouded gloom,
her beautiful glow breaks upon dawn's sweetest light .
Dark clouds can not give their wretched pain and sad doom,
for her pure soul radiates greater than the darkest night.
Such loveliness shines even in the simplest of her rooms.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Lines: 10 (Including empty lines)
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Intruding fingers
Linger at the hollow of her back.
Heart fluttering in anticipation
She holds her breath.
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The Great ITTY BITTY Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 1st
He never knew what the future holds,
As he took the steps on the path unknown..!!
With a face that has a glow,
Little did he know there sits an angel,
Nothing like any man had ever known..!!
The first look in her eyes and he lost his heart;
The first words and the time turned slow,
He found the love he always looked for..!!
Days went by and he was happy,
Happy that he saw everyday who he adore..!!
The world was never this beautiful,
A joy that he had never felt before..!!
That day he was sad as he didn’t see her,
He walked alone with thoughts making him cry..!!
Then the little birdie sang,
It was in sweet voice of the Angel..!!
The day was bright again and smiles were back;
His soul was fresh, as his new life began..!!
Each day the birdie came with reasons to smile,
Love began blowing with the wind;
As if she had used a magic wand..!!
The first day of the New Year finally they met,
No one else knew just the two of them;
That day was the first but was their secret..!!
Never did he feel what he felt when she smiled,
With every word she said made his soul sooth..!!
Her touch made his soul rejoice,
She touched his heart the way only an Angel could..!!
His days started listening to her voice,
Every day he woke up early just to see her asleep..!!
Just be with her he did everything a mortal could,
A single tear in was enough to make him weep..!!
He loved her more than anyone he ever loved before,
What family? What friends?
He left all just to be with her..!!
Then, she fell in love..!!
In love with the one,
The one all knew always on a hunt for new doves..!!
She left the one, who left the world for her,
But, she fell in love..!!
No one to blame but he himself..,
He loved an angel..;
Being a mere mortal..!!
He never knew what the future held,
And
Now, it’s time for the final good bye..!!
Like sparks trailing
from a million, billion fireflies,
a single thought limns a trillion suns.
From the first small bonfire
flickering across four million years,
whose light imprints itself
upon the canvas backdrop
of a feckless, barely cohesive Infinity,
the matter of man, no more than
the past, transmogrifies the future --
denies the import of "real" or "black"
or any other type of matter.
Yet existing, it defines the local locus
of now and when ... and how and then.
The freezing cold of space
burns like energy backfiring on itself.
Somewhere, celestial lightshows
flare across parsecs of near emptiness.
Liquid oxygen fuels
the laboring lungs of multitudes,
singing out the music of the spheres,
maestros of a trillion symphonies,
platelets in the lifeblood of the Universe.
Like a Coriolis wave that imprints itself
upon a formless sandstorm,
a thought burns itself
into the very fabric of Eternity,
opens like a budding flower,
and initiates its own realities.
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Author notes
Je suis un Capricorn.
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This is my Desiderata.
Written December 2nd, 2005
In my aging heart lies a single code
The one who holds the pass had too grown old
When death angel came, my petals fell from sweet rose
Now heart still aches for love once more to hold
Beyond the gate which now hangs thick ivy
Which weaves magic with its runners quite green
Tells my secrets of grief, loss and spicy
Tidbits that only lovers share between
My code is carved in silence, thought, plus aches
In each season that's passed a turning; heals
Me in love's part, even though heart breaks
Our wedding vows my heart and yours did seal
The garden planted now needs water so
Enter my garden where love gives warm glow
Sweet songs revel the shadows
a painted bunting's warble
hidden, as am I, living out
a poetic rhapsody of time
look away to where nature's winds
carry countless stories of love
patiently awaiting to lie down
on pristine sheets of pure passion
ink dipped in lavender lips of seda
where the lines prosper and live
free, with you, warm words afloat
like the fragrant lotus in full bloom
take me kindly into your bosom
where the quietude holds long
See my blog Address of Poetry:New Vistas, going up now, about the hard days that lead to the write of this truly moving poem. Thank you, and happy to be back after weeks away.—————————————————
Warning Words from My Soul ***
There is an ocean: un-named,
un-explored;
Where whales and dolphins swim
un-threatened.
Cruise ships never touch her waves
or harbors, unable to venture the
crossing.
Sunshine will not reveal her,
But by moonlight her peaks glisten
In remembrance
Of every human eye cast upon her.
Selah…
She is one of Earth’s jewels.
Her secrets stay sunken.
Deep. Deep and lost.
There are no maps for treasure
seekers.
History has no note of her.
Turn if you see her. Turn!
And do not listen
To the lulling rhythm of her waves.
Do not lie on the clean, warm sand.
Do not think you’ll find any rest
Or peace beside that beauty.
Flee! Fast!
Wake your being,
Shouting for Christ!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 6/2021
Thanks be to God
The Colour of the bird -means nothing if your going to be eaten
My skin and hair will never fall off, because the paint will always hold us together.
Paint is perpetually on my nails, under my nails, on my toes, and on my nose.
My good clothes are often my accidental paint clothes.
I have more paint clothes than I have other clothes.
Because I keep forgetting what I am wearing, and when I want to paint, I paint.
I am a sloppy painter, putting my elbows and knees into paint, smearing the canvases,
Dumping over paint jars. Imagine a Saint Bernard trying to paint, that is me.
In the morning I am not sure if I do not use the mirror, or if I do not notice, but
When I get to work, people start cleaning me up. They apologize as they rub glitter off my cheeks,
And a streak of red or green paint off my cheek. They put my tags in, because they are always
Sticking up too. My whole staff dresses me, finding stuff I would have never seen, because I
Truthfully do not care. Dressing used to be important to me. I am not sure when that changed,
Maybe, when I started getting paint on everything I own.
Who holds the secret code to my heart?
Not stars, though they whisper in silver script;
not time, though it turns every lock I keep;
not seraphs, their wings aflame with living light.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the One who ‘knit me together,’
the One who numbers my steps and gathers every sigh
as though they were psalms.
The One who searches all things,
It is who He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the One who reads my hidden places
as easily as morning light reads dew.
None of my shadowed chambers are closed to Him,
no locked door beyond His mercy’s reach.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
the quiet sequence only His love imparts.
No earthly throne outshines his sovereign grace;
It is He who knows the fears that pull me apart.
It is He who holds me in his forgiving embrace.
It is He who holds the secret code to my heart~
Dust piles up just like trash at the dump.Rust eats through metal just like cancer eats through us.Glue holds things in place but it wont hold me if you get in my face (what a waste) cuz I'm the glue that will put you in your place.