Best Programmatically Poems
Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both
Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.
Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.
Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.
Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2016
Sonnet form, Lin 11, 8 ...
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8
Total # Syllables: 133
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 102
Categories:
programmatically, art, creation, dark, death,
Form:
Sonnet
Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing.
Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds
Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries
rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies.
Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas
from beach desert devoid of any trees
Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead
painful memories, of that war's lost dead.
Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
how we may wish that peace had ruled instead.
R.J. Lindley
June 7th, 1976
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul.
And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked.
New Notes-
1. SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY.
2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul!
Only one way to do that exists..
3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes.
As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..
Categories:
programmatically, art, conflict, dark, death,
Form:
Sonnet
With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires
Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.
Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit our swelling desires.
Our long sweet ride that moment had begun,
hot flames lapping in savory fires.
Your eyes drew me into another dream
your voice angels begged to imitate.
Each touch, my body burning hot steam
nights our senses entered another state.
As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss
memories thus born, gave our love its shine.
Your all , put into every blessed kiss
and you dear heart forever to be mine.
Each morn, sends me into another dream,
the sight of your naked body in bed.
Always enough, to swim there in your stream,
paradise floating in my grateful head.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 200
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 148
Robert J. Lindley, 4-17-2016
Written for Teppo's contest..
WRITTEN TO THIRD SONG. Speak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams,
Categories:
programmatically, angel, beauty, blessing, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me
My life now so far away in the past
resting back in that glowing red sunset;
in lost memories where dreams always last
wishing for lost time, I can never get.
As fading shadows dance in bonfire's glow
I recall mockingbirds singing to me;
precious gifts such memory plants to sow
so like seeds dropping from big red-oak tree.
My eyes filled with falling tears, my soul sees
far beyond, well past my mind's window sills;
Green forests in my life with their lost trees
resting back there, lasting memory hills.
As my life now sends me yearning anew,
images parading forth, treasures so true!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 105
Note: I had to visit my favorite woods yesterday(AS WAS MUCH NEEDED RELIEF), this came to me this fine morn, a sonnet..
Categories:
programmatically, bird, blessing, creation, imagery,
Form:
Sonnet
Keeps Me Young And On My Toes
Some may ask why I have not bit the dust
or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows.
I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust
nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows.
When in darkest night's long crawling shadow
my fighting spirit cries live on or bust.
You are no soft flower in a meadow
do as you may, dare to do what you must.
That moment, I see truth, joy and white light
a clarion call to hold the last fort.
Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight
calm blue seas and old ships safely at port.
Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes.
I answer, keeps me young and on my toes!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 123
Categories:
programmatically, addiction, appreciation, art, creation,
Form:
Sonnet
She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon
Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.
Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.
Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.
Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.
R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122
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1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling
2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace
3. ****" balm"****
Home British & World English balm
Definition of balm in English:
balm
noun
1 A fragrant cream or liquid used to heal or soothe the skin:
‘a skin balm for use after shaving’
**** 1.1 Something that has a soothing or restorative effect:****
‘the murmur of the water can provide balm for troubled spirits’
2A tree which yields a fragrant resinous substance, especially one used in medicine.
? balm of Gilead
2.1[mass noun] The resinous substance yielded by a balm.
3[mass noun] A bushy herb of the mint family, with leaves smelling and tasting of lemon.
3.1 Used in names of other aromatic herbs of the mint family, e.g. bee balm.
Origin
Middle English (in the sense ‘preparation for embalming, fragrant resinous substance’): from Old French basme, from Latin balsamum (see balsam).
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Note- I had her but my mad wild streak( I was 18 years old) drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....
Categories:
programmatically, angel, art, beautiful, girlfriend,
Form:
Sonnet
I Love The Way She Wiggles When She Walks
I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights.
Hot romance like this comes along rarely
her soft, gentle touch swells my ardor.
When she undresses, I can just barely
Hold back I do, each time it gets harder.
I love the way she wiggles when she walks!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-26-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10
Total # Syllables: 90
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 69
Note--Written for PD contest, must be under ten lines, max syllables per verse -ten.
Categories:
programmatically, art, beautiful, blessing, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart
I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.
So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.
Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!
I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 124
Categories:
programmatically, art, conflict, crush, dark,
Form:
Sonnet
There Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream
Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.
Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.
And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps,
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.
And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.
Robert J. Lindley
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 19 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 103
https://www.google.com/?gws_rd=ssl#q=fallows+meaning
fal·low1
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
1.
a piece of fallow or uncultivated land.
verb
3rd person present: fallows
1.
leave (land) fallow.
Origin
Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
fal·low2
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
a pale brown or reddish yellow color.
Origin
Old English falu, fealu .
Translate fallows to
Use over time for: fallows
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aureole
Aureole
noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole
1
a : a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage b : something resembling an aureole UNSUPPORTED CODE
2
: radiance, aura UNSUPPORTED CODE
3
: the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist : corona
4
: a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion
aureole transitive verb
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Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses.
I learned long ago. my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.
Categories:
programmatically, appreciation, art, beauty, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Sonnet acrostic (tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge
Number three
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 109
Categories:
programmatically, conflict, heart, hurt, lost
Form:
Sonnet
Hobo Walking Past Our House
He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.
Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those ***** little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.
A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.
Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.
R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976
Note: Edited recently to meet the eleven syllable verse uniformly.
Syllables Per Line:
11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 154
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 111
Categories:
programmatically, childhood, journey, memory, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
Blackness Engulfs Rare Beauty Whose Soft Heart There Holds
Blackness engulfs rare beauty whose soft heart there holds
she that pretty flowers envy yet still dare to adorn.
Emerging as a rare butterfly from cocoon's deep folds,
her light will grace all and never her heart be torn.
As darkness seeks its wrapping gulf of shrouded gloom,
her beautiful glow breaks upon dawn's sweetest light .
Dark clouds can not give their wretched pain and sad doom,
for her pure soul radiates greater than the darkest night.
Such loveliness shines even in the simplest of her rooms.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 14 14 12 0 12 12 12 14 14
Total # Syllables: 116
Total # Lines: 10 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 88
Categories:
programmatically, appreciation, art, beautiful, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams
Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
no solace in showing past pain in new light
Was too late once you took on the bad seed
turning once bright day into darkest night
What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
took years to recover from that surprise.
Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.
R.J. Lindley,
Sept 12th 1976
Sonnet, 11 on 10....
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 10 10 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 148
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 116
New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...
Categories:
programmatically, art, dark, heartbreak, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek
Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.
What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?
Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!
O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 102
Categories:
programmatically, art, deep, inspiration, journey,
Form:
Sonnet
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
REVISED..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
Categories:
programmatically, allusion, art, deep, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet