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And when my body tires of me
I lie beneath a chestnut tree,
rolling among the broken burrs
where solid sleep rarely occurs
Waking up is the toughest part
when I've never slept to start.
I fear no place except the bed;
where pillows weigh upon my head
Memory foam gives no assistance;
insomnia thrives on resistance
It waits til eyes are almost closed,
never unconscious, then reloads
'Neath the tree is more appealing
than tracing welts upon my ceiling;
each one reflects a calloused lie,
the burrs tattooed on my naked eye
drilling dread into tomorrow night,
a future where there's no respite
This bed has worn me to the bone,
or have I worn its frame alone?
No dreams arrive; the lucid stays,
a consciousness that only strays
far from the tree l'm primed to be-
or not to be, ‘mid autumn debris.
# # #
I’m tired of the chestnut tree’s shade ~
being gentler than the bed I’ve made
Frail, compact and sad
The old chapel needs new paint
cold room with stone floor
01.09.2017
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Senryu: Sadness /third place in the contest
Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door
Heart mourning under the cold starry night
O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold
And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight
The aching years, before the sun burnt old
Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing
They walk about as if skating on ice
Yet we living still pray for the knowing
Between evil blackness and being nice
The spinning night sky, stars hang by long threads
They give off unreasonable, gallant light
We soothe our vanities by silken beds
And massage guilt by less than holy sight.
Dare we this, tell our brothers the true score.
Salvation rests behind true faith's gold door.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 1 1973
Note: This poem was composed from a very vivid dream that I had last night.
The red sun
Rests deep on the lake
Tinge Of Purple Rests Within My Heart
Tinge of purple rests within my tired heart
Soft touches of a heavy old soul
Now pulling on my heavy empty cart
Often my world seems to be lumps of coal.
I heard thumps of acorns falling on down
That majestic oak sheds its little seeds
Old age has me feeling like a sad clown
Longing to ride again, runaway steeds
Tis winter! Culprit bringing its bleak cold
Seeds resting secure in the frozen ground
Spring will come and they rise out very bold
Yet again life comes right on around
Nature teaches us, all will be alright
Life and death matches just like day and night
Robert J. Lindley, 1-26-2016
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:
Total # Words: 107
NOTES:
1. My muse woke me at 4 am to write this.
I told her no but she nagged until I rose to
do the deed. I' tell ya , I want to strangle her
sometimes but then at other times love her to
death..
2. The immediate repetition of the word "heavy" in verses two and three is intentional and used for effect, as both the old soul and its life's burdens are now currently found to be very heavy to bear. Poet's prerogative , norms be damned says I.
'To see is to believe,' and the fact
Remains that all we believe may not be.
I see you, and you see me... but
Love you cannot not see.
si(I see not our breaths,
love,
but I believe we breathe)gh
Would you, could you - After all,
I'm disclosing this mask
Right here in front of you -
At least, believe in me?
Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light
Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Grim Reaper's scythe also cuts grain for sweet bread,
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!
Ah but! What shall be found only when dead?
Where rests, that lost moon and its shadowed light
Stars dim in chaotic and morbid tunes,
When deep-blind, darkness may appear so bright
Waters drank gaily from tallest sand dunes!
Where stones falling are held to be sweet signs
Innocence goes hungry, wears dirty rags,
Evil dwells content in high mountain pines
Soft clouds crash into high rocky crags!
Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2017
Sonnet.
http://www.lindleypoetry.com/
As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves
( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. )
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)
Years have waxed, waned and far flung since
Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires
Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense
Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Life held mesmerizing, promising scenes
Mysteries youth thought impossible to solve
Such as why of colors in peacock's preen
Necessity of man's need to evolve.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
In this gasping realm, with its dying race
We enter as loud wailing infant child
Earth without mortals would seem out of place
And Life dull, without our youth being wild.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Go we along paths oft Fate delivers
With its blessings, love-bursts dancing in
Amongst darkness, and soul racking shivers
Lie vagaries, pitfalls of mortal men.
I dare not, such treasure, offerings grieve
As Autumn's beauty rests in dying leaves!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Lest We Forget, Life Holds Many Treasures We Are Blind To )
New Revised Note:
Woe unto man whose eyes are sealed by that of his own hand
Whose spirit is tamed by apathy and indifference
And whose soul he takes no care to preserve.
Old note:
Date, 3-21-1977
As this world spins, its heartless cruelty astounds
Yet in my life, I can create no strong shield
To defeat its darkness and cast away its savagery that so truly confounds.
New Note: Explanation...
Date, 8-11-2019
This was written many decades ago.
As I've now done a major editing/rewrite-
it is basically a new poem, thus I give
this new poem as dated being created today.
Leaving the old note intact.. Best I can do
today to write is to edit old poems..
Sorry... and maybe even the old one was ok...
Love rests in places that are safe to be
Where there is truth and trust that is real
No shaking earthquakes or storms to see
Love rests with words, you can confide and feel
No thunder clap surprises, consistent at best
Where there is truth and trust that is real
Love rests with the sunset each day in the West
With giving and sacrifice, open as the sea
No thunder clap surprises, consistent at best
Love rests with belief and dedication, willingly
Flowing softly like the breeze through the trees
With giving and sacrifice, open as the sea
Love rests in our hearts, always there for free
To know this, act on this, to become it all
Flowing like the soft breeze through the trees
Love can lift us higher to places we don’t fall
Love rests in places that are safe to be
To know this, act on this, to become it all
No shaking earthquake or storms to see
Heidi Sands
8/7/17
The extent of strength of determination rests upon the extent of strength of education of
mind
a kitten rests
after the long chase
dreams of longer tail
cgh oct 14 2011
All the windows are boarded
the room is big and loud and bright
I never hear doors opening and closing
I no longer hear silence
I can no longer feel silence
the ringing in my ears never stops
I place the platinum chip in the cell receiver
there is no time to make sure it is in good
before I blink the next one is in front of me
thousands of times each day the same motion
so many motions but time seems to be still
only the hot breath of the floor boss moves
My father and my mother work here too
but I am not able to see or talk with them
someday I will go to school and learn to read
nineteen girls sleep in the same small room
we have little rest and only one meal a day
I am 12 years old and dream of many things
I have never had a pretty new dress
I have pain in my hands that won’t go away
I want to cry but I am not allowed to do so
sometimes I find it hard to breathe right
sometimes it feels like I am burning up
sometimes I hear myself screaming inside
You must understand I am not complaining
I am grateful for this wonderful opportunity
you must realize how much you mean to me
Pity, The Bread Where Sorrow Rests
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
We see with eyes filled with sin
this world our heart rests within
Never seeing the sun in every sky
Or the promised life after we die
The night is long, I beat on stones
with burning ache deep in my bones
The crying rocks scream for more
from behind that blue misery door
I that knows why the eagle flies
cloak myself in dark little lies
Pity, the bread where sorrow rests
a poor fare for any wayward guests
I ponder thoughts best hidden away
unforgiving this night, thus I pay
The night is long, hours drag on by
can not forgive, even though I try
All is dark with bold shadows black
telling me of the compassion I lack
Robert J. Lindley
My heart breaks with those eyes so red,
you lay in silence on the bed-
So many tears your eyes have shed,
but what a life your grams has led.
For so much beauty she has seen,
and spread her laughter, so serene-
She kept her garden neat and clean,
and on her shoulder you did lean.
I know her cooking you will miss,
she rests in Heaven’s sweet abyss-
Just don’t forget her final kiss,
she now lives in glorious bliss.
Read her old journal, you shall find,
the grace and mercy of her mind-
Her tender heart, so pure and kind,
and in the sky your stars aligned.
dedicated to my sweet grandma who just
passed away.
May 2, 2017
Rest, stirring heart,
Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits
Though bold your words be,
Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you
I am amused by your imaginings,
For simple these worries be,
And strange is your heightened sorrows,
A sadness fit for the about-to-die children,
Begging the snares to let them go...
And yet you have that sorrow...and lovely and safe you be...
Rest your head not on man's shoulder
Instead, lay upon the golden cushions of My word-
Where rains of treasures and fruits gently fall,
Laced with peace-garnished with happiness...
Your brothers share deeply in your concerns,
Alone you never are,
For look! -out upon the beads of leaves,
How they rustle playfully and sway with the breeze
My breath gives them life-
How much than shall I give thee?
This I tell you, daughter,
Each lonely soul shall find true love,
In between the rests and silences,
On the very off-beat... on the tip of quietude,
True music tremulously trills,
Flattening all mountains and hills,
Kissing their lowered heads and wiping their glacier tears-
Long-patiented love insatiated