Best Lights Poems
A sweep of milky waves flood onyx sands
converging under endless summer skies
of northern lights in iridescent bands
Icelandic talismans of tales sublime.
A glassy sea of crystalline degrees
sustain a mass of icebergs in its pews
that lift their icy eyes in melting pleas
to wrest the dying of their waning hues.
Aurora beams reflect unearthly lights
against tall umber cliffs that stand below
the vivid landscape raises to grand heights
a trippy, tie dyed phosphorescent show.
In seldom witnessed, lonely obscure lands
a sweep of milky waves flood onyx sands.
Written on 5/21/2019
Starstruck
Gazing at the stars in the nighttime sky
A shooting star reflects an awestruck sigh.
The Northern lights make their appearance nigh
With vivid colored ribbons soaring high,
They penetrate my soul and mystify.
A cosmic gift to almost deify,
The wind joins in to sing a lullaby,
I feel conjoined to let my spirit fly.
1-8-20
First Time Here - Any Monorhyme Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
~Poem of the day January 10, 2020~
A tiny little star lights the way
A long time ago it was told
That an angel appeared and
Spoke about a future time,
Where darkness shall come
No light can ever be seen,
And pain, tears, fears, sorrow
Shall befall all of mankind,
As the world descends into agony.
At the darkest time of that darkest year
A tiny little star shall appear in the sky,
And can only be seen by some people
Who are awake and full of awareness,
That this tiny little star is the one,
The “Chosen One” everyone should follow
Because it shall light up the way, the path
To the radiant heavenly light on this night
That shall save our world forever,
And this darkness shall disappear on Earth!
This is the time when Christ is coming,
At Christmas Time—and all shall be blessed!
Merry Christmas to all of you and remember
To look out for this tiny little star!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 16, 2017 (Free Verse)
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
Look! In the distance, I see them again.
Bright and beautiful red bursts fill my eyes
as blue cascades gently fall toward the earth
and golden sprays twinkle like glitter in the sky.
The colors thrill my skin with shivers and chills,
and each loud burst I hear makes me jump with delight.
Always, in the distance, I can see them.
Her smile bursts forth from her crimson lips
as her glistening tears fall from azure eyes
and her flaxen hair sparkles around him.
I see her quiver as she presses against him,
and through her longing I can hear her deep sighs.
Turning away from this tender moment
my mind starts to wonder what's left of my life.
The sadness that fills me with each passing minute
leaves me aching with sorrow and wondering why
such explosions of beauty I see only at a distance, as time slips by.
06/10/16
When Red Sunset, Shines Its Brightest Inspiring Lights
When morning glories glow, your closed heart opens again
dawn's breaking light shows, a true faithful, loyal friend;
can you then cleanse the hate from your embittered eyes
open hard closed ears to hear this heart's saddest cries?
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
When red sunset, shines its brightest inspiring lights
you feel that cool night's soft breeze, forget our big fights;
see a future when we can dance under new stars
forget the hard times, those bitterest of our scars!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice, see how it all rolls!
If this poem sent, with its sadden heartfelt plea
can repair the great damage, heal both you and me;
send back this letter sealed with a red lipstick kiss
write pretty love words, the ones that I dearly miss!
Please meet me there at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice see how it all rolls.
Meet me Friday at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
Rhyme, ( The Letter Sent)
Edited version of a poem written over 42 years ago.
Although heart-sent and truly felt, there was no reuniting and love thus reborn, however life did march ever onward and the torn, worn, weary and broken heart was not swiftly healed. Yet time eventually did heal it...
Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words
(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets
Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-
And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*
Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.
Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists
When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.
When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
scant moon -
lullaby’s a whisper.
sleeps soon,
after mother’s kissed her.
moon high,
over dusk-hue passion.
I sigh
with twilight’s compassion.
peeking
between the pines, her eyes
streaking.
winsome drive - crescent dives.
descent,
of what’s left, of the moon.
advent
of season, coming soon.
Christmas,
aft will bring a moon, black.
snow sass
in cul de sac.
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Lights Out
One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven
One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?
One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast
One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?
Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”
August 4th 2014
DIWALI- FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
Gilttery lamps, Myriad diyas and light
Illumination pan India filled with delight
Whole nation splendent like lovely bride
The zest of fest spread far and wide
From northern mountains, western sands
To eastern coasts and southern islands
The spirit of triumph of good over bad
To dispel darkness like light, in life to add
To cleanse both our inner and outer sleaze
Infuse purity, love and peace like fresh breeze
Plenty sweets, delicacies for taste-buds to savour
Fire-works add shiny and shimmering flavour
All families get together to celebrate this occasion
Bond of love enhances in every relation
There’s fun, there’s frolic and there’s prayer
Brings happiness and joy this feast every year!
glossary:
Diya- is an oil lamp, usually made from clay, with a cotton wick dipped in ghee or vegetable oils. Clay diyas are often used temporarily as lighting for special occasions, while diyas made of brass are permanent fixtures in homes and temples.
date: 2nd November 2016
rainbow at twilight
shimmering northern lights glow
Monet paints our skies
(Contest:Instant Telegram
Sponsor: Nathan D - was contest never judged)
Submitted to any poem written in Feb 2016
Sponsored by Laura Loo
02~19~16
Happy Diwali friends
As golden orb descends in dainty steps to invite
black darkness to embosom the sky at night
on this joyful eve of 'The Festival of Lights,
amidst dangling artifacts - a common sight,
my simple clay diya radiates light so bright:
glowing and gleaming steadily despite
swaying gently in soft wind after twilight -
and gently whispers Divine wisdom to enlight
our souls with the bliss of purity of the right
and in its warmth, may the spirit of goodness alight
and dispel the gloom of hatred and greed - to ignite
and invoke the holy spark of Truth in delight
Date: 11/4/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
there is no better way to greet the morning sun
than with a hot croissant and café au lait
on a quaint terrace in the mecca of fashion elegance
striking a pose à la Coco Chanel
before hitting the perfumeries
and climbing the heights of the Eiffel Tower
to get that bird’s eye view of the Seine
and watch twilight descend on Paris
as street lights burst in clusters
catching her running down the cobble streets
... just like a real live Cinderella
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2021
NIGHTINGALE'S SOUL LIGHTS
Plain spotless uniform so pure and white
Modest neat gear rendering tender loving fight
Day, night 'till wee hours, eyes a must wide awake
Extending a hand, shaking off all aches
Tiptoeing like a sly in and out of rooms
Dim ~ quiet same as white garden tombs
Grace under pressure upon first newborn's cry
Wiping tears from a gentle old man's dying eye
Evenings so dark and mornings so bright
Everyday a nurse sees life kaleidoscope lights
Despite some voice rudeness to foul remarks
Kindness,her soul's sweet perfume, larks
A nurse appears unfeeling firm when mankind bleeds
Within her are hidden soft golden beauty deeds
(c)
11:47pm
July 06, 2014