Best Sincerest Poems
The Deep Solemn Prayer And Sincerest Of Hopes
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Forever seeking path to die, make true amends
For miseries I have caused lovers and friends
This path, lit by wisdom and verses that speak true
Leads me to a judgement that is too long overdue
An Achilles begging fateful poison arrow
Walking into death, burn in its fiery narrows
In vain hope, this sacrifice wipes dark life away
By some miracle, fulfills prayer I now pray.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Dependent on mercy and God's infinite grace
With knowledge that I can not my bad deeds erase
Nor within encasing of human flesh and bone
Bleed I forgiveness from a heart once made of stone
Yet that saving Light giving great hope sings to me
This soul may escape this pain and again be free
Given entry to paradise of Heaven's shores
Believing that even for me God's mercy pours.
I walked myself to that great sacrifice stone
Aware of multitude of sins, I must atone.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-13-2019
Rhyme, ( The Fateful Journey Along That Very Fine Narrow Edge )
( Tracing the steps along the ledge overlooking that darkest, deepest abyss )
Note - Written in tribute to this poet of olden times, and this famous poem
My Beloved Is Mine, And I Am His; He Feedeth Among The Lilies,
By Francis Quarles (1592–1644)
I know what a poem
looks like.
I know how to make
my prose look like verse.
A little tuck here,
an indent there,
et voila! It’s verse!
or worse ...
a pale imitation of seem.
(can I have some ice cream?)
Plagiarism self-inflicted,
it blinds veracity
keeping us forever
in the dark
To wander in costume
as others unnamed,
their vision
to herald and hark
In shadows of obscurity
doubt crossing fear,
we steal
what can’t be bought
Reflecting false images
by our hand
chasing
—what can’t be caught
(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
I think I know whose woods these are
He lives across from me, not very far.
He will not care I've stopped here to pee
Snow is drifting to the fenders of my car.
My old mobile idles sluggish in the cold
Wondering, I guess, why I'd be so bold
To stop without a gas pump near
Between icy road and ditch I've rolled.
The other sound I hear is distant chain
An eighteen-wheeler chugging down the lane
The woods are growing darker so fast
I haven't much time, but no longer in pain.
The road becomes more treacherous by the minute
I have a crucial, pending vote in the U. S. Senate
I have no choice; I am pledged to cast it,
I have no choice; I am pledged to cast it.
HONORABLE WINNER
Poetry Contest by Kaye
All Poetry
July 31, 2021
I'm absolutely deplorable
The worst there ever was
I'm just down right Incouragable
And I'm that way just because
Some Call me the Devil
While others fall in love
Of faces I own several
And each one fits me like a glove
I'm a silver tongued Assassin
Aiming directly for your heart
I may not be old fashioned
But I've had you from the start
Haden
Dear Friends...many read Sweet Blessings from Me.
I looked to check back at the poem and there was nothing there awhile ago.
It had many reads. I am embarrassed,
But there was no poem there.
Here is why..
Had a missing closure mark behind b for bold.
So it showed up a a blank page.
Apologies.
Pangie.