Best Ladened Poems
Echoes through the hallway
Of this dilapidated ruin
A stone house made with devoted hands
Ladened once with the life and love of humans
Soft whispers can be heard
An occasional silhouette hazily drifts by
The humans that once lived here
Continue to reside ….
Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings of your guitar
when we collided against the window,
rambling vintage songs on deserted streets
of an unknown city on our vacation,
laughing out aloud when I repeated
our mistakes despite your warnings,
sharing anxious hugs scared to part
on a journey to unbeknownst roads.
Someone pause that treacherous night!
When you screamed in agony and left us,
gifted your baby echoing innocent cries...
I miss each moment when I look
at our photographs teary-eyed
sitting on our abandoned bench again
years later, in a world without you..
'Retreat to our world dear friend', I pray.
A ray of light shines through me,
someone just called me wide-eyed in glee.
Oh such a gorgeous creature she is!
Reflecting everything you had once been
I hope you see how adorable she is, my friend...
I love and relive each moment again
as I look at your charming daughter.
Our yellowed photographs smile again
In a world without you..
May 27, 2020
A World Without You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
~~Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme contest
~~Winner: Third Place
CARRYING BURDENS
Some people carry their burdens
With sadness and utter despair,
You really don’t want to be near them
For they make you miserable there.
They think there is no other person
As burdened so heavy as they,
And so when you see they are coming,
You try to stay out of their way.
Then others are so heavy ladened
You wonder how they can be glad.
They never show it in their faces
That things have been making them sad.
I think that I know just the reason
Why people like that can behave:
They know that the Saviour is with them
For by His grace they have been saved.
They know that He truly has promised
He’s with them in all their distress,
And so they look past all the problems
And think of the way they are blessed.
May folks see that in YOU, my dear sister,
Though burdened by so much you are,
May your faith seem to glow with His presence
Just like light from a bright shiny star.
And like others I know who are suffering
And showing their faith strong and true,
May they that you know see God’s presence
And that He is so helping you.
I pray now as you think of that loved one
Who passed on to heaven’s fair shore
That while you may carry that burden,
Your faith will shine oh, so much more!
I need people like you here to show ME
That God can help in MY distress,
And through trials of life I encounter
I can look to Him, say, “I am blessed!”
--Dedicated to Linda Nichols
Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)
Words rattle,
separate conversations
combining,
melding,
sinking up together
to make sense.
(the world needs more poets)
9/11,
always honored,
Johnny Cash
filled space
with honorable reasoning
biting at laws flaws.
(the world needs more poets)
My mind
sinks inside itself,
grabbing at the crimson and dark,
lancing the boils of imagination
and still notes drifts in
soothing the savage beast.
(the world needs more poets)
Stay off the sidelines,
bite into the fabric of life,
feel the blood
run down your chest,
exciting your nerves
as you lick your lips
and wait for the next inspiration.
The world needs more poets.
(This was inspired by a congregation of people)
a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
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old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
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graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground
The yard my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.
Trees ladened with mangoes
yellowed with ripe
A great temptation to this little child
Who with a stone and David’s aim
Brought mangoes down Goliath
style
Playmates I had and many too
From chickens, birds and ducks
To puppies, pigeons, turkeys and cats
Not to mention the upside down bats.
A sister and brother my siblings two
My sister’s a lady no sport for fun
My brother my follower was my ally won
He did what I told Him no questions asked
But got many a spanking when we crossed the line.
The old hammock swung from a branch
That bellied and hung
Quite low to the ground
For many a day both brother and I
swinging to and fro
did topple to the ground.
But best were the moments
I spent with God when we talked of many things
while I blamed Him for everything
that went wrong in my life
Oh those precious memories are the fabric of my life.
Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth
Stands a monstrous scarecrow.
Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze.
Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs.
Bulged cheekbones force the halloween smile
While the amateurish wrought neck holds the somewhat ogrish skull.
A thin narrowing stream of a sparrow's yellowing cream
Tinges it's elvan nose to the apex.
Pepper red vitriol burns in the dunes of the coarse skin
And four daggerlike claws clinch at the gliding inches of the sisal woven arms.
Crickets and roaches cohabit in the meshes of the morbid hobbit charvet shirt.
The eroded black ribbons travelling along the sleets of the pirate jacket
Compliment the dotted woolen twines of hair flowing down the bald scalp
Then...
Beyond the spread of the evenly scaped acres of the khaki greens
Lives a dearth among apes
That's strips down their velvet raiment of fur
And pulls to skin their horrid skeleton.
Dry bones litter the vale and life faces the wink of hell.
Yet the flora of truth remains unturned, untouched, unchanged
A death from a dearth seems painless
Than the drilling wreath of the scarecrow's claws to the turbine of breath
Sandwiched in the succulent greens of the garden of truth
Stands a scarecrow ladened with less ruth, wrath full
A fabricated beast called STEREOTYPE
I was not in a wrong place
Neither was it a wrong time when I met my fate
I was unarmed with my sweat’s worth
Another day’s dime in my pocket
I was confronted by a flood tide of an angry crowd
Their faces were unrecognizable, the voices too loud
I looked over my shoulder, there was no one in sight
Pointed accusing fingers rose, I started to take flight
It was too late to escape, the tide caught my feet
My whole body was stampeded and I failed to breathe
I tried to hang on to life but my arms where weak
I could not swim to safety, the shore was bleak
My defenseless body succumbed to the violence
In the attacking mob’s fuming eyes I saw hell’s darkness
As I gasped for breathe
My soul was unshackled from the earth
I ascended into the heavens in God’s hands
As my blood was dripping from my attackers palms
The vengeance became senseless, guilt swallowed their hearts
They left the scene heads down, could not look God in the eye
But I was now free like a bird
Rising above clouds the feeling transcends flying
I thought I would be dead
But on God’s right, I have just become undying
I cry for you now, you who are ladened with hate
I cry for you because the blood of the innocent is never drying
SAY NO TO MOB INJUSTICE
It is an injustice to an innocent soul, to your own soul and to all
I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By
Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O' how big that giant metal beast once seemed
with great men steering it by our poor home.
Dare I hope one day it be me, as I dreamed
big engine, black iron rails on which to roam.
Tracks leading into adventure far, far away
maybe robbers holding up a gold ladened train.
Reality, daydreams or inspiring child's play
imagination and hope some may dare call insane.
Iron wheels, they once moved my imaginative soul.
Now to regain that lost blessing, my great goal!
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
Note: that train just went by. My old mind jumped
aboard, took a seat and started writing!
Was truly great to be that poor kid again, holding
onto hope's eternal promise of a future not so damn
hard....
I can remember me looking at my dog, Buster and saying
--"Someday buster, some future day"!
Her heart is heavy with despair, her soul abandoned
Unruly tangled locks modestly shroud her face and flesh,
Yet her naked rawness, a voyeur’s ideal conception
Yielding to a drab empty room mirroring a bereft mood
Bedding ladened with dead weight heavily sinking
A young woman in grave distress shedding copious tears
A bohemian girl sequestered, hiding, drowning in sorrows
Her flowing streams fall warm, healing and abiding
How anyone can say “no thank you” to hot chips
l do not understand
The enticing smell so completely irresistible
For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land!
Warm and comforting on a cold day
A must when by the sea
Accompanied with salt and vinegar
Or ladened and covered in gravy
At the end of a lovely summers day
Basking in the warmth of the evening
To end that perfect day
Hot chips please….a-steam’n!
Hot chips just by themselves
Or as a strong right hand man
Always the perfect offsider
So versatile…. eat them as you can
I often hear the salty sound of hot chips a-calling me
“Are you on your way….we are waiting Deb”
Out of sheer politeness “only”…..my reply “Yes I am”
How rude would l be if l said “No” instead!!
Courage is stamina to tackle my buddy
Yet while you know you can't perhaps succeed
Continue toward seeking later attempt, attempt again
Never backup straight to the edge
Courage is power inside your heart
To understand the concept of honesty while it is said
Still when it becomes knotted and surrendered
And you are ladened under with a serve burden
Courage is force, to handle the difficult pain
To retain their fresh recollections
Of their cherished one in spirit and soul
Anywhere thee can virtually obtain them anytime
Courage is toughness of personality
To constantly do whatever is appropriate
But meanwhile you comprehend that you need action
To produce the honesty toward the surface
Courage is force of greatness
Credit our civilian gentlemen and ladies who attack in
Foreign combat and against the injustice of disputes on our borders
All award is theirs, and their inheritance is ours
She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.
Her!
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude
Plunged and played by people she called friends
Lonely soul tormented even by happy melodies
In her emptiness void her soul forever shivers.
He!
Four and half years in self enclosed walls
Loosing very essence of youthful love in a rage
Finally tumbled down the walls of solitude blind
Enclosed soul spirited away into the blues
Man!
Living in the love of the common people
Somewhere in the back streets of the slums
Upholding the dream of becoming a hero
With nothing more than hope and love from above.
Woman!
Years upon years of sitting at lecture rooms
Graduated with a class but no pass for a job
You know the norm of the day
If it’s not in she won’t be on board
Keep calm hold onto your faith
God is at work .
You!
Balancing ambition with conscience
On the road less traveled.
A tapestry of soul breaking fortuity
That eyes the very core of your maturity.
The start ups ,the gigs and realities you quest,
Gradually you will get there .
I
In my simple form in rolling waves
Light hearted or heavy ladened
With poetry or with spoken words
Even in my nothingness and in my woes
I will forever defy the cryptic void of silence.
She will smile .
Her heart will find home .
Man will find love .
She will be a wife ,A woman of dignity.
His dreams will come true.
Hold on to you faith and let’s go and get it,
Everything we’ve been dreaming.
God have our backs
We!
We are a work In progress
There will be fails but we will never regress
Steady and gradually we will evolve
In love and in laughter all the pain will dissolve
In due time when we are done,
They will thread here to see
From far and near they will travel over the seas
The atheist will sing hallelujah
The doubters will lurk in their disbelief
Our tales will be history
Our memories will be legacies
For we are a work in progress; Winners
within.
It’s Your destiny
Crying in the streets
those who will find her
Ask, knock and seek
It’s who you are, who I am, who you are
Come to me come
Tired and weary one,
Come to me come
I will give you rest.... I will give you rest
Seek me early
I’m crying in the streets
I will raise you high
High above defeat
To find who you are, who I am, who you are
Come to me come
Tired and weary one
Come to me come
Heavy ladened one
Come to me come
Beautiful gifted one
Come to me come
It is already donnne
Come to me come
I will give you rest....I will give you rest
Ripples ladened with slow songs
are the blinks of your sleepy eyelashes
lashing me for sold innocence
and for feeding dreams with the putrid meat of wrongs.
The past is beautiful in your eyes child
when tears wasn't ink to seal hate
and all these dainty pooh-pooh of pride
Was nothing, if it wasn't chocolate.
How you sought magic leaving my room cluttered
while you chuckled at the sight of it with puerile lens.
I regret all your unicorns I butchered
when I filled your head with realism and science.
As you sleep after bedtime tale
I will kiss your bruised temple
and oil your hair with the vial of alabaster
broken from a guilty heart.
I'll cut the awe of you into letters
to weave a vast verse
studded with adventure and magic
and new lullabies cherubic.