Best Lit Poems
Oh, how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire;
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me in sparkles of champagne light, then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.
We embrace
in the broadening bloom of lantana skies -
our burning blend;
your western blaze my prismatic panes
telling biblical stories of love and pain,
bestowing rainbows into depths of dark -
our fervor cast like water-colored sprites
in far-flung illuminations
across dusky medieval arches
enlightening dim granite walls
gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns
in jewel-shades waltzing with your solar pulse.
Our vivacious union reflects our Gothic romance
in mirrored mirages dyeing the staid floor
with painted riches that richly rejoice
in plashes of splashy
orgies of light and glory
the appetite of holy ambiance whet
by warm and cool tones
pregnant with passions of the heart
and imbued with torments and ecstasies
of the soul -
cleaving humanity and divinity
in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet,
amid our spellbinding moments
of tantric twilight magic.
Our synergy electrifies
the night-falling quietude of this sacred space
before our enchanted euphoria
begins to wane… and as your dying flame
gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon
I lose my orgasmic zest
to the evening’s ebon hue.
there’s a silence somewhere that listens and hears
that feels all our pain through the gift of our tears
that helps us to see in that dark which we hide
by shining a light - lit by love - deep inside.
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit
Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?
Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.
Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.
Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death's Epic Pains That Remain)
Curtains blown open on a star lit night,
while crickets keep time to a song in my mind.
There's a shadow down the hall hidden from sight,
like something I've lost that I wish I could find.
The rustling of leaves from a soft summer breeze,
whispers the freedom you seek is at your command.
I would open that door if I just held the keys
and see what lies waiting in Time's withered hands.
5/25/19
The end of the path, she’s there
Looking truly deceitful
Bright is the moon over her
Trying to show love
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Brian Strand's “YOUR MY FAVOURITE” contest
Out In The Cold Dark-Lit Street Slow Trembling Raindrops
It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know
Out in the cold darklit street slow trembling raindrops
Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop
In that raging noise there was rambling and cursing
Was it heart's moaning vengeance I was nursing
Who knew, life was hell and getting no damn better
I read, I read, I read that last goodbye letter
Stained with falling tears, words- I once loved you
Darling, too much fighting -I am gone we are through
Now you go back, be hellraiser you want to be
And I in my great sorrows, pack tonight to flee.
It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
Rain stops, I walked out into spiraling snow
Heart throbbing, a loss I’d never get used to
Those deep knife slashing words, " I am gone we are through"
Then I heard that horn loud honking, tires hard squealing
Her words had done their dark work, car did the killing.
It was past midnight and moon took away its glow
I was dog-drunk, a bit ragged just so you know
Out in the cold dark-lit street slow trembling raindrops
Poor soul, crying and begging aching life to stop.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-15-2021
Dark, Sad Narrative- inspired
Tribute to::
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgPW_eoVp4M
"" She Talks To Angels ""
quest unquenchable
magi marched searching for soul ~
from known to unknown
21 December 2021
Our slow dance under the stars and moon...
The music in the background plays our tune...
The sand on the beach is our dance floor...
Your hips move slow and have me wanting more...
The glow of the sky is our crystal ball...
And this secluded ocean front is our dance hall...
We blend into one as the song plays on...
A waltz across this stage to a sand dune where we bond...
The grooves are slow the motion seductive...
This dance of love is a gift that we both live...
for "Dance" contest
Thou Art Bright Crimson-In Rose Red-lit Bloom
Thou art bright crimson-in rose red-lit bloom
candles shine to adorn window's full moon
Fragrance of both, rests in thy love's perfume
rare music of romance's most precious tune.
Thy voice sings angel soft, harmonic dreams
taking world worries from defeated souls
Thy glow surpasses lights of fairy queens
soothing as sailing with gentle sea rolls
Immortal thoughts reside within thy breasts
true bounty of thy deeply loving heart
Romantic moonlight, all it manifests
mirrors thy dear face- treasured work of art.
Shall my quest seek greater than thy touch
I shall refuse - that is a boon too much.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-22-2016
(* = i)
There’s a dimly lit house where a chicken sh*t mouse
Hides in a hole from the man and his spouse
He’s easy to please
Just leave him some cheese
And you won’t find a hole in your best Levi Strauss
But it’s easy to see when it’s fait accompli
And your new denim pants have a hole in one knee
To take care of that
They bought a big cat
Then somehow that one hole had turned into three
His wife bought those jeans so it started a row
She quipped why don’t you chase that mouse with a cow
They had quite a spat
Which frightened the cat
The mouse laughed and said so who’s chicken sh*t now?
*
Whoever said cats could catch mice were all liars
The man left the house and drove off - screeching tyres
He looked pretty grim
The house was still dim
That damned little mouse had chewed right though the wires
Magnificent Path Lit By Moonlight Dreams
On a different road taken this day,
Magnificent path lit by moonlight dreams;
Wherein hope's promises hold greatest sway,
Defeating wicked world's usual schemes.
There rests, golden paradise most oft sought,
Beckons with deepest echoes of blessings;
Tho' with great sacrifice such wonders bought,
Tis filled with love's passionate caressing.
Blessed it be, if found in youthful years,
When greater strength and vigor reign so strong;
Although life may still curse you, send its tears
Fear not, more joyful days will come along.
Know Time will fly, have its destructive way,
Eating its fill of heart, our flesh and bone;
Coloring dire moments, with darkest grey,
Let not Time's dark curse, turn thy heart to stone.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-22- 2018
Rhyme, ( Ravages of Time and Moonlight's Dreams)
cool backlit clouds
moving rapidly in gray
share winters secrets
summers night
fireflies light
the path
PRE-LIT TREES
Pre-lit Christmas trees are great
As long as all of the lights burn
But when the lights begin to go
There's a lesson to be learned
Though you admired your pre-lit tree
So beautifully all decked out
When the lights go out, the glow is gone
And your wife begins to pout
So off to Wal-Mart for replacements
Which you must carefully thread
Among the ornaments and pre-lit strands
Where all the lights are dead
After the holidays have passed
The tree now must come down
Minus all the pre-lit bulbs
Once all the connections are found
You finally get them off the tree
In a tangled mass on the floor
Dare you try to test them
To see if they'll burn any more
You decide the trash bin is better
And my advice to you would be
Save yourself some trouble
Don't buy a pre-lit tree
Curtis Moorman
6 January 2012