Best Sharpen Poems
Rather I, Sharpen Blade, Saddle My Battle Horse,
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)
Dare I, reduce poet's pen to a plastic sword
flee from shadows that invades as destructive hordes?
Nay, such would incinerate reborn poetic soul,
bring heartache and destroy path to truth's gallant goal.
Rather I, sharpen blade, saddle my battle horse
walk through searing flames alone yet on steady course.
Expect more vicious attacks around each bend,
live out my final moment with defiant grin.
Should I, with courageous pen far more truth post
ink midnight hours, not fear darkest of evil ghost?
Beg more paper, its white pages let my ink soak,
in my defiance, strike those wearing evil's cloak?
Can I, with good conscience, this hard journey trek.
Knowing Raven's curse, both my eyes- out IT shall peck.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2019
Sonnet, ( If Valiant, Let Ink Splash To This Dark Beast Slay )
(Dawn, First Battle, Part One)
Note:
Fuscus, qui mortalium haec faciam tibi mali iura
Et invenies in me plus perdomandosque feroces et fortes periculum pertinet.
I like the swings.
I swing highly and say “ Hee-Haw”!
That’s how I sharpen the saw,
I love to sing.
My voice ring, ring, rings.
Singing is how I sharpen the saw.
I came. I saw. I conquered.
I like to draw Cookie Monster.
That’s how I sharpen the saw.
Habit 7 is one of my favorites.
Sharpen the saw is what I like to do, after all of my work is done.
I’m a leader and a proud one.
When I woke up this morning in my warm comfortable bed
I wished I could stay there and go back to sleep instead
But the Lord was beckoning and I knew I'd best obey
So I got up and prepared myself for what the Lord would say
I thanked him for watching over me throughout the night
And allowing me to wake up surrounded by his light
Then I stopped and listened and as he began to speak
Just the power in his voice was enough to make me weak
He told me how it made him sad to see his children fight
Over things that arn't important like who is wrong or right
I could feel his urgency his concern was very deep
For many of his children who have fallen into sleep
He doesn't want us wasting time trying to prove someone wrong
He wants us to come together we've been fighting way too long
Time is passing quickly there's no time to be lax
He wants us to be prepared to sharpen up our axe
The mead warmed the belly
The songs eased the mind
The frown lines disappeared
The friends lost in battle!
Earned a salute to be cheered
Boots with soles worn thin
Cuts left to heal in the wind
To now sharpen the blade on wet flint
To make ready to fight for the new fu#king King!
Sharpen your vision
And enhance your day
Continue to broaden your mind
As the ship sails by the bay
You have it in you
Be the one to believe
Follow through on your course
So you can achieve
Sharpen your mind like you sharpen a pencil
Embrace the point as well as your dimples
Be inspired to grow despite being green or gray
Desire dear soul to be clear clean in white faith
Give your ears that you may hear blue truth
Fight your fears avoid gossip the talk of fools
Open your heart to love and all you can be
Walk with God despite dilemma follow His lead
Through the good times and bad,
I held onto my anger
Either happy or sad,
it was never a stranger
Beginning unto end,
it would surface quite often
Past and future beguiled
—the present to sharpen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
I see hands reaching
My muscles tensed
I sharpen my claw
Warn women without womb
Let love lights lust
Men measure mature minds
With or without wealth's worth