Best Moans Poems
This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song
I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught
What ego so swells, it will also burst;
As man walks in darkness his steps faltered
In that weaken heart, black enters and grows,
He becomes a horse so firmly haltered
It rests between death's first destroying rows.
This my heart cries out, is but a sad song-
Man is a creature doomed to his demise,
He walketh edge of abyss, helped along
By each tempting lust evil can devise.
When sorrows demand, I death must embrace
I speaketh true,- "nay, such is a disgrace"!
R. J. Lindley, 3- 22- 1979
Sonnet, ( When Wisdom Speaks Out And Prevails)
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Sweetest Of Moans, From Her Desirous Lips
Sweetest of moans, from her desirous lips
echoes night's glory, its fruits partaken
we had collided as love seeking ships
that each, our sad pasts, we had forsaken.
With cargo born, heart's resplendent fires
our search, with its sweetest treasures thus found
gave us cause to join love's hottest desires
and with fervor beg for chains to be bound.
Now in paradise berth, we each swore all
of deep passions to entwine in love's grip
fighting this hard world, united stand tall
swearing to never let true romance slip.
Docked and riding such sweet and peaceful waves.
We gave thanks, to a Love that truly saves.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-15-2019
Sonnet, ( Sweet Blessings In Life That Have Been Given)
Of late, nature moans inside a scraped womb
As her lush environ FLOUNDERS breaks out…
Played like a trusting NEOPHYTE from woods to rivers
She endures the BOMBAST of dirt through man’s crimes:
Awaiting kindness …amends remain undone
While LECHEROUS deeds persist without guilt, why, why?
More wrongs ravage innocent fish and flora
Infecting her very marrow, to drain away.
Loot, SMOLDER, rip a body ! Time runs out.
Mother Earth answers through bloodied jolts…
By will of PROVIDENCE, she whips a storm without INHIBITION
Halting indifference, her fire scalds air’s layers,
A battle citizens might grow DOLOROUS over--
Until her soul is nourished back, till she moans no more.
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Eight Word Free Verse Challenge
For John Hamilton’s Contest 6/13/2019
I
As some on God's good Earth
Arise at a new dawn, I'm grateful
Even to talk with friends I haven't met
Joe called them "myself," & on the internet
II
I say God Morning, for so many reasons
One: God adds another 'o' to make GOOD
I say Our Father (Holy is Thy name) prayer
Two: Start positive! Prefer mood of gratitude
III
In ones sixties, one oft gets up in pain
I thank my Savior, its but a little cross
I bear nothing compared to His! I gain
What Adam lost: If I pray, I won't complain
(Maybe just one of each, later, a moan & a groan!)
Back When Lost Love, Sent Its Deepest Sad Moans
Once when life seemed to be a bitter waste
love had failed, left its first unsavory taste,
sky had fallen into a hard heartache blue
when misery had a name, its face was you!
Back when lost love, sent its deepest sad moans
Heartache and long nights echoed loudest groans
Every step taken showered deeper hurts
sorrows and woes grew in midnight spurts
moon laughed at this soul's feeble cries
hellish dark curses fell from black skies!
Back when lost love, sent its deepest sad moans.
Heartache and long nights echoed loudest groans.
Back when dawn's light woke a fallen fool
a malignant lump, a sad useless tool
sun sent down fire, in its angriest rays
those were cutting blades of torturing days!
Back when lost love, sent its deepest sad moans.
Heartache and long nights echoed loudest groans.
Back then, your sweet smile was lost to me
love had fled, life was as a fallen tree
nature complied and sent in its wasting decay
desires cried for you, yet darkness held its sway!
Back when lost love, sent its deepest sad moans.
Heartache and long nights echoed loudest groans.
Once when life seemed to be a bitter waste
love had failed, left its first unsavory taste,
sky had fallen into a hard heartache blue
when misery had a name, it face was you!
Back when lost love, sent its deepest sad moans.
Heartache and long nights echoed loudest groans.
R.J. Lindley,
April 15th, 1974
Dark Rhyme, (when found, darkest of dark, bluest of blues)
Note- Presented as originally composed-- no edits..
This was written while in the deepest darkest abyss, I've ever known.
One that took me six long years to climb out of (1980) ...
Mother earth gently moans the greenhouse effect
From unhealthy car fumes floating through the air
That’s causing devastation to our climate
Back to back hurricanes and tornadoes reek
Habit, causing devastation to our cities
And states, leaving death and destruction all over
It has caused irreversible damage to
Most of us don’t seem to care at all now, sad
Mothers earth gently moans the failure of crops
That’s mean to feed billions, the climate change with
With the excessive heat is destroying our crops
Causing our farmers to produce less food each year
Dry conditions or an overflow of rain
Mother earth gently moans water pollution
It’s killing all of our marine life and
Over fishing is seen way to often, an
Even the coral reef is vanishing quick
Trash and toxins over run our rivers and
Streams because of big tech companies who cares
About making a dollar, while the toxins
Poison our fish and the people who eat them
Factories pollute the air until its not
Safe to breath, it puts the quality in the
Red zone, it’s like a blanket of fog that sits
Mother earth gently moans, the lost of forests
Where most of the trees is cut down for the sake
Of progress, leaving the poor animals with
No place to go, homeless with no end insight
Taking away their food supply and forcing them
To move closer to the human population
In order to find food, this puts humans in
Danger zone and causes conflict to
Mother earth gently moans, to see the planet
Slowly sinking into non-existence, she’s
Suppose to be love, cared for and protected
Most of all she hasn’t been nurtured either
This is part of why mother earth moans gently
FEBRUARY 23, 2021
“Phero-moans”
Oh, joy
the skunk is back.
No one has seen her
yet all know she’s here.
There is just an air
about her
that turns the head
(and stomach).
She is so cute
that wiggle waddle,
those cute eyes,
fluffy tail,
magnificent
white racing stripe.
Her rather overpowering
femme fatale
pheromonal presence
assaults the unsuspecting.
A sensually aromatic
two by four
come hither.
I think the dog
just had his heart broken.
John G. Lawless
2/20/2018
~Quince shaped houses landscape Julienned Street
where citric groans once molded a blue cheese night ~
In one home lives reclusive Graham and his wife, Coco,
two dilled, old pickles nervously living on the lamb.
Busted selling urine for addiction pee tests,
they agreed to flee from a legal barbeque.
Combining their bran, they landed on Julienned.
They peppered with fright when a repair man
fell down, done, dead and fried on their hall floor.
Even freaked, they managed to fully bake a plan.
They dragged his body with mixed moans and groans
to the cellar, filleted him and then designated
him the residents permanent cellar staple.
A Heart Moans, Promises Arrive
The heart's deepest moans are heard
on a victoriously high throne!
Swords, Scepters and Blades have castles made,
all mercy is not lost when a poet
lays bear his gentle soul
with hope and love so freely shown!
The pen sings, the mighty sword has been overthrown!
gentle winds are forever blown
Cries for justice, love and gentle mercies ring
bells in high clouds gracing earthly scenes
blasting happiness into this world!
Gabriel blow that promised horn loud
stir the hearts and souls in every crowd
let the children learn to love right;
defend spirit with strength and Godly might
sending evil on a headlong flight
no longer to ever plague this world
opened hearts rule fiercely day and night!
Our hearts seek to forever, forever unite!
Light slays blindness, mankind regains blessed sight!
Robert Lindley, 09/21/ 1990
I replied with verses from this write to another fine poet
this morn. Could not remember it all but that small part
so I went digging in my stash and finally found it.
Presented exactly as it was written but I wanted to do
an edit and then thought no. Let it stand as is. I must
have thought it a finished piece back then since I signed
and dated it..
We've become moaners,
Grumpy and groaners,
We talk lots of piffle
We cough, and we sniffle.
We mumble and grumble,
We are not very humble
Sighing and crying
There's no denying
We've become apathetic
That is pathetic
Purple bats and evil cats and strangled ghosts that laugh
jet black cloaks, snickering blokes and witches that gaff
Pumpkin grins, talking garbage bins and all that moves
Halloween rhymes and pentacle signs with evil grooves
Children running from the shadows towards the gallows
skeleton molds on scaffolds, and specters in the shallow
Phantoms and demons, bogey men with haunting looks
talisman, walking totems, demon hags with spell books
Haunted houses, mummy spouses and imps that steal
cemetery moans and groans, stiffs that oink & squeal
BETTER HURRY ON HOME BEFORE YOU BECOME THE NEXT MEAL
Enticing ...
Pharaoh pleasure shivers with orgasmic anticipation
of the coming attraction:
Big Caesar Palace grand entertainment fit for a king
In his granite heart, the king of Egypt laughs:
Two old men gon overthrow me,
and set my slaves free ...
Hebrew please!
His tricky magicians, they were the best —
they were Sodom-approved: Lewd dudes
who dung dealt from the bottom of the deck
Those mystics could perform acts,
that you don’t dare let your children do
Pharaoh was moaning
with sheer inner delight
at the lavish debauchery spectacle
planned that night
King Kru-el was gonna show that peasant God,
a piece of Pharaoh’s might
Mocking old men would give his royal court
a delectable treat of public humiliation
Shame that man Moses
for talking foolishly ... his slave God
gon dethrone me ...
Philistine please!
Pharaoh felt the heat of the sweet anger rising
within his cold heart, vowing:
I’m gon chariot drag Moses’ weak God
into the Red Sea
And them Hebrew slaves
gon always serve me
I ain’t setting my cattle free ... I’m gon always cull,
pick and eat from my Goshen sheep
They ain’t never gon know nothing
but bitter slavery
Me Pharaoh not letting one of them lambs skip scot-free
I’m the master of the whip and chain,
freedom talk gon get you dungeon pain
Deliverer whispers are utterly insane ... crazy
Ethiopian please!
Then Pharaoh moaned
with untouched ecstasy,
at the thought
that he alone was God only
Poetic mornings
loose verses whisper in moans
broken hearts voices
Its difficult to be true
When lust gets the best of you
So swallow your pride
And enjoy the ride
It could be your last great screw!
Tonight, there's a secret I planned,
Fly me once more to fairyland,
In our quiet bed and in dreams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Take me there and let me lie bare,
Till my eyes have wept their last tear,
So my love may restore lost beams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Let your touch send me to the moon,
Let our love lift us like balloons,
And our hearts will flow in cool streams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
By the time our secret is known,
To all eyes, our love will have shone,
And my face will glow in soft gleams,
As you have done through moans and screams.
Hazel mirrors glisten
In pages of tribulation
Taciturn apparitions moan
Designing rueful brands of sin
Upon the shaken sands she weaves
As she is forsaken
To drink of harrowing memories