Best Pallid Poems
This Night Under Pale And Pallid New Moon
In sad moonlight I mourn for thy soft hand
for your loss, is more than I can withstand
you were my all, orchard's sweet fruited bough
alone in hollow realm, this heart weeps now.
This night under pale and pallid new moon
waiting in your favorite month of June
each gust of your gentle breeze a godsend
upon this eager face, hope never ends.
Come swiftly my love, eternity calls
from its golden depths, its most loving halls
I hear your sweet voice and beg your dear touch
no other treasure bequeaths me so much
as does this fleeting hour you and I meet
with prayer, I again fall at your feet.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To )
QUOTE:
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast,
knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever
just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
? Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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Walk I, Naked Under Pallid New Moons
I that crieth with dawn's falling dew
Accuser of this dark world and its hate
Walk I, naked under pallid new moons
With lingering hunger, nothing can sate
As warrior, as a lover now stone-blind
A dying soul, bleeding with ink and pen
Dreams, myself in imaginative realms
Away from this world full of darkest sin
This heart and soul, each crying out for more
And knowing Time will soon end this decay
A ship never finding a safe harbor
A ghost of dead dreams, now morbidly gray
Pay heed, if thy soul seeketh Love's pure kiss....
For tis' Light and Truth that bringeth sweet bliss....
Robert J. Lindley, 1-15-2020
Sonnet, ( As Whispering Wind Swirls About, To Speak )
( A pen allowed to such deep truth sing )
Note:
Hold tight the moments that life gives
the ecstasy of remembrances of sweet romance
for day comes in which more in past one lives
the more one sees that most of life is long-lost chance....
Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.
Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin of my love's cheek.
A pearl in the sky. Passion's flame she will ignite,
reflected across waters in an aura of mystique.
Without the moon, my soul would mourn, bereft.
Her splendor worthy of lyrics written in musical bars.
I would write a sonnet for her if my hand was deft.
Even though her hue is wan, she outshines stars.
I'll not weep for the moon while her light wanes.
I'm aware that it's just a phase, and soon will pass.
Then, comes the time when her luminance reigns
and billowed nimbus will turn aside for her. Alas!
If overcast shadows choose to darken the skies
let them do so to offer shade from the sun's heat,
but never allow them to conceal from my eyes
the trysting place where the pale moon and I meet.
July 22, 2022
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Hoof beats...palpitate and pound,
A sudden rush...rapidly...rushes by.
Leaving overturned leaves in a swirling...whirl.
Pursuers...persistently follow the tainted...trail.
A Magnesian...mare crosses his mind,
A debt of dreadful...death woefully bestowed.
Death...the debt to breed on forbidden lands.
Centaurus relentlessly...races his hurtles.
Leaving his luscious...love behind.
He’s a Chiron...Centaur at heart,
A masculine...defined...toned...torso,
Merged at the waist of a horse wither,
Where a horse's neck should...solely be.
Being chased for besetting and breeding,
A pallid moon illuminates a fast paced night.
With a timid...terrified look over his shoulder,
A fearless heart...fears the approaching masses.
He not only reaches the edge of Magnesia,
But the edge of a cavernous...cliff.
Caught...trapped...lodged between two natures
(Half-human...Half-animal)
(His hunters...the bottomless cliff)
Thoughts race his mind...mixed reflections.
Flooded by a montage of frolicking memories.
Of a bond not meant to be...destined to not exist.
A desperate attempt to fight extinction,
To successfully mate with a Magnesian mare.
He searches his soul for strength and with his
muscular arms he quickly unsheathes his weapon,
Raising his Chiron...steel sword in cold...defense.
A fatigued heart...a fierce...fight ensues without fear.
Ferociously...fighting to the death paying his debt.
A Chiron heart slain by a legion of Lapithaeian hate,
For a sole attempt to live...to simply breed again,
On the forbidden lands of Mount Pelion,
He faced...fate with its’ risks of death,
Under a Thessalien sky...illuminated by a pallid moon.
For the one beckoning notion called love.
Bladed implement,
Cutting through shaving cream snow:
Fields of fresh stubble.
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An Ode to Shaving
Dim hazes of your assorted gestures blissfully smother me
And I slowly grow fainter.
Being besieged by the tumultuous and handsome past
I stretch for the blinding white.
Your idea is calming and lustful with every saccharine stroke;
I do not need you—I want you.
I crave the challenge that furnishes me with colorless brilliance
However, this whiteness is omnipotent.
It is all-knowing and ever-growing to the point of no return
And I accept that I’m defenseless.
But I will not acknowledge your devious and pitiless dejection
As your colors are lies.
My tints and shades burst in ferocity and ardor that merge together
And ultimately become a bewildered solid white.
December is approaching with gelid gusts,
soon the candid snow will spread its white blanket
and dominate the lifeless and desolate land;
nevertheless, those pallid swifts with wide wings
search for warmer places livelier and more pleasant.
Gianni and Lucy follow their flight and look sad,
no birds flying around while they build with fast hands
a fat snowman with a tomato nose and cherry eyes;
it's not what they had in mind, or saw in Winterland!
" We need a wool cap to cover his head and he'll stay warm,
if ravens come by, they'll eat the cherry and tomato and deform
his face not hearing his sobs and his tears turning to ice;
what an unhappy snowman Jerry would be without eyes and nose...
oh, if only glue could hold them in place, we would get some!"
And through the entire afternoon, they watched their snowman
ready to send away any intruders with a huge rolling pin.
Those pallid swifts with wide wings have left the hushful Whitestone*,
and proud of their work, the creators of the chubby snowman
smile and clap their hands when more snow comes down;
their dream is realized, mom rewards them with an ice cream cone!
* Whitestone, Queens, NY
my id
faded pallid
I'm so livid, I'd cry,
but the chaotic cauldron is
careless
My tear-swollen eyes have lost their light for
the light of mine chose to leave;
to depart from this world.
To those wrapped up in pitfalls of own,
E’en pretty appears pedestrian.
To him down with jaundice,
With pallid prejudice,
Even moon-white conch looks dullish wan.
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Translation |20.09.2024| pitfalls, pretty, prejudice
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. He who is wrapped up in pitfalls of his own, suffers prejudice. To him even what is pretty appears pedestrian. Even a moon-white conch to him will look ashy wan. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Nija doshha-aavrita manasaam, ati sundaram eva bhaati viparitam |
Pashhyati pitta-upahatah shashi-shubhram shankham api pitam ||
Great Southern,
land, down under, wintry,
Spring rain, precipitation, gloom....
Drear our days,
Until sunshine appears!
Joyous, seeking shorts, swimmer liles,
Down the beach,
Aquatic centers thrive,
Pallid limbs suntanning, right now!
When the rain turns to small stones
Battering homes with the sour skies
Injured apples lay still on the ground
Where they fade in a cloudy puddle
And resting not to far
A black raven peering with its heavy eyes
Against a cold fall day as if he knew what I was thinking
He pecked and prodded at his wet feathers
And watched me walk past
Then raised his mighty wings to flight
Free without a thought
No thoughts of a lover waiting somewhere
No thoughts of retched pollution graying his air
Close to what he knew
Over my head my umbrella, I drew