Best Such Poems
We all arrive alone naked and vulnerable,
crying our eyes out, not knowing -
this is the first day of the rest of our life.
I guess the saddest thing in life is we have to grow up.
As children we live in a bubble,
gazing at lost stars - wondering which one is ours.
Not realising the impact of our childhood,
until we are adults and it is too late.
We jump in puddles, laughing at splashing sounds,
some even learn to place their coats over them.
Some swim within shark infested waters,
but only a few learn how to build bridges over them.
I have embraced the power of silence,
but some have succumb to it.
I guess it is all about the quality of it,
especially for those who struggle to listen.
There has been many a rose that has bloomed,
but every single one crumbled into dust.
Even the one whose thorns pierced lacerations
through hearts of stone - yet the heart healed.
Many birds arrived echoing sweet symphonies,
yet there have been those that flew away in silence.
Especially the silent nightingale who sat in solitude,
whose lyrics my heart still yearns to feel.
I've seen many a ship arrive at my shore,
but each one unloaded and sailed away.
It was me who removed their anchor
and smiled as they sailed into the distance.
As tumours poison our existence - I ponder;
will the human race survive earth's demise?
When death arrives we all leave alone empty handed,
not knowing that was the last day of our life.
I recall Freddie Mercury's famous lyrics...
Who wants to live forever.... Anyway.
Silent One
Simple Musings
19 June 2018
She had so many chances
Yet she kept muffin it up
Butter intentions were good
Just not much coffee in her cup
Couldn’t make a good decision
Too much waffling back and forth
Always peppered with doubt
Should she head south, no maybe north
Still, she was fun at a party
I would say, hummus a tune
She’d say, "Icing because I’m happy"
As the words began to croon
Maybe that’s what’s most important
Omelet let her off the hook
So she’s always in a pickle
Doesn’t do things by the book
Once again, I’m gonna help her
Since she is such a good egg
I said, girl, you’d go much farther
If you weren’t such a nut Meg
aye …
on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt, ever-attentive,
streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their
fingertips gently on
a phosphorescent brine …
but this, yet,
a sea of suns, amaranthine …
I wonder, could it be …
they are fleeting?
the hopes of idle angels, perhaps,
dying bright in the veil of Zion -
plunging to the earth
as if mortal …
perchance, they're pearls of Sol -
strands of liquid morning,
to adorn, pure, the breast of Heaven …
could be …
they're forsaken souls -
lost spirits, given one last chance to
burn their id on the firmament …
or even yet …
the wondrous wishes of children,
sparking to life in the midst of
their deepest dreaming,
and then … gone …
oh, surely,
it must be that,
their bright, momentary glory can
be meant for ONLY such
tender fancies,
the imaginings of youth,
the one fit and worthy vessel for
such runes …
and I, but their ever-willing caretaker …
picking each one from
the fiery vault like precious
gems from a parcel,
and plopping them, sweet,?
into the deep, soft pocket of my joys … thus,
on such divine evenings ...
aye!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Shooting Stars" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (5), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile One" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Spring" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ on Poetry Soup.com, awarded August 7, 2017.
In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born
Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart
Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas
Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears
Could her poems have stopped flow of her falling tears?
Although we may stand aghast at sorrows once seen
Her agony in ink, shows true as Nature's green
Of a poet facing darkness, death and its gloom
Fully aware of life's end, its rest in the tomb.
Seeker of more, Death haunted her with mortal strife
With pains and dying of beloved ones in her life
0' soul, can poetic art heal such broken heart
In glory, renewal of spirit thus impart?
Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree
Immense sorrows and beauty in her poetry!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-24-2019
Sonnet, ( First poet honored, Renewed Poet's Tribute Series)
Emily Dickinison,
Bio-
1.
https://www.google.com/search?q=emily+dickinson+biography&oq=emily+dickinson&aqs=chrome.5.69i57j0l5.7054j0j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Emily Dickinson
Biography
DescriptionEmily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. Wikipedia
Born: December 10, 1830, Amherst, MA
Died: May 15, 1886, Amherst, MA
Education: Amherst Academy (1840–1847), Mount Holyoke College, Amherst College
Influenced by: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Blake
2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Emily-Dickinson
It Saw Me Through Such Dastardly Purblind Eyes
It saw me through such dastardly purblind eyes
Up there overhead with silent anger
What a truly ghastly, dangerous beast
On a morn with dazzling trapezoid skies
This heart could not bear to see its long paws
and that deathly stare that penetrated me
O' lord save me now, please come to my aid
I wept bitterly, slashed with those claws
My mind again said to me, be thee stout
Step back, grab your sharpened sword and cut
You can do it, kill this fierce, horrid beast
And as I swung, I said "die, with a shout"!
That sword plunged in fast and hilt deep.
Damn it, alarm clock rang, I woke from sleep.
Robert J, Lindley - Dark sonnet
Dec 6th, 1973
Only Hope And Faith Can, Such Foe Defeat
Years have flown by- heart and soul feels effect
tears I now cry, come not from Love's neglect
For Dawn yet gives its soft rays that so shine
this world my oyster, shining pearl is mine!
Alas! Such joy has not always been so
once dark dread, demanded I just let go
In that abyss, almost no light exists
nor can one escape by hard pounding fists!
As Time and Fate work to bring on decay
world joins in with its steady evil sway
Only Hope and Faith can, such foe defeat
to bring redemption, lay joy at ones feet!
Hold firm, in knowledge, Light truly redeems
to save mortal souls, from world's evil schemes!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-17-2019
Sonnet, ( Once Found Blessing, Where Land Flows With Milk And Honey )
Note--
Born from a dream that sought me out last night
Truth gave sight, gave power to further heal
Darkness meets defeat by Power of Light
Salvation comes only in divine meal.
(WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE)
Oh farting is such a sweet sorrow
“I’m sorry but that’s not my barrow!”
My seatmate’s nose in the air,
I act dumb and even glare~
but just then I give another blow.
-Penned due to my irrepressible urge to respond to Jan and BL's posts-
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
07 March 2015
The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find the shin and pinkie toe quite fascinating)
But it is a place the Poet seldom goes,
still hot on cornea fever ... stanza after stanza after
stanza.
It's like I'm part of a Dickens' novel: A Tale of Two Spheres (oh dear)
Velvet pupils coming at you ... (attention spans beware ... we're discussing EYES)
... but what about the palms and the cowlick?
(do you have the gumption to make it poetic?)
Or is it back to the drawing board - sleepless nights
excavating further facets of the dead-lights.
I know its "infinite depths" make you sigh with Shakespearean fervor,
but really, enough is enough,
when there's so much more of me to love.
Have you so quickly forgotten the beauty of a rose?
(plug your nose and see how it goes)
I want so bad to see that lovely weirdness
chilling out beneath your temples.
I pray it's not too much to ask for a little ink spilled
to the one who showed you piano,
the sound of rain, your mother's voice.
(that curious curvature holding up your glasses
deserves a rhyme or two
... not another verse
about my baby blues!)
Just once I wanna hear someone say,
Your nose makes my heart run ...
Your chewed off fingernail brings to mind the crescent moon ... !
For your next Magnum Opus could you spare some room
for the underdog anatomy.
Did you know I have a crooked ear that's more endearing
than a heart carved into a tree?
Didn't think so! (iris hog)
Ain’t No Such Word
Do you love the English language?
That uses words such as ain’t
Placed in a sentence, like a sandwich
Of the word, I’ve no complaint
There be those who will not use it
No such word as ain’t, they say
But this belief, I do refuse it
And always say it anyway
They say it sounds so uncouth
Ill-educated, don’t you know
That may not be, far from the truth
But somehow, ain’t, has such a flow
If you speak with plums in gob
Then usage sure ain’t gonna happen
It ain’t for me your words to rob
And ain’t for you my words to flatten
In the garden of our language
Ain’t, be no more than a weed
Perfectionists, release your bondage
This flowers bursting to be freed.
I’ve fought the corner of this little word for years,
Been rebuked a thousand times, mind you,
999 of those were on purpose lol
You were loved once
just because
but in defiance of your lot
perhaps in spite
learned to dance, love again
Think it's hidden
in diamond's luster
or hereafter
not all the smiles
nor outpour of laughter
Educated, ready to reach
the brass ring's test
understanding even less
of life's best
Trade in yesterday for
sister's and brother's
just a taste
of tomorrow's forevers
never promised, nor bothered
I'll never tell you it's so
if you want or don't
who'd think I could ever know
when you will or won't?
Never can be too sure
if anything will last
channel'd from someone or
something
remains from ages past
Run faster hoping time will never
catch up, to all this
ask you to pay amends
for moments chastened
now missed
Try to catch the wind
sleeping
best to practice touching..
keeping
No, you won't remember hard times
if it were up to me
staring into a lion's eyes,
from where you came
on the way to where you'll be
Return to doctor's orders
hold on to praise won
pray all turns right
before the ending' sun
Ten's beauty is half as such
twelve is way too much
make due with that special
someone
just because
As I amble along, a trance me shakes
an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes
A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity
my stroll in timelessness and spirituality
A joy of mind dancing in thrill and ecstasy
lulling my soul into a winsome reverie
Forget me nots calling for vernal breeze
heartseases blooming, poundering throbs I seize
Love in a Mist promising a golden summer
a stunning pallet! a peerless paintbrush to colour
Morning glories, beauty and forbearance
flowering souls, no void and time for abhorrence
Marguerite Daisies dropping a curtsy to shiny sun
a night retreat, then paths of charm to run
One rare of gems from The Master of the Universe
poets ever carving its ineffable beauty in verse
Artists blend their appealing hues and rising perceptions
a work of Art of emotional power and pure impressions
Beholding in awe and gratitude such a bliss
many of God's grace and blessings I miss.
Such a beautiful feeling
I see the sunrise,
and it's no surprise
that,
I see the love light,
that shines in your eyes
I feel like I'm dreaming...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!
I greet the new day,
sending kisses your way
so happy just knowing
that you'll always stay
Now,
our sad hearts are healing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!
Chorus
I've never had this feeling before
but it feels so wonderful,
every day I love you,
more and more
and it feels so beautiful!
Now, I see you there,
and I stop and stare
It's a wonder just knowing,
that you really care.
Our shuffled hearts,
we're now dealing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!
You know it's true,
I'm crazy for you,
and I'm pretty sure,
you're feeling it too.
Now,
your love's got me reeling...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!
So I wrote down this song,
so glad I belong,
to someone so special,
who won't do me wrong.
Now,
true love is revealing...
and it's,
such a beautiful feeling!
Chorus
I've never had this feeling before
but it feels so wonderful,
every day I love you,
more and more
and it feels so beautiful!
Now, your love's got me reeling
and it's, such a beautiful feeling!
Yes, it's such a beautiful feeling!
Repeat two times
fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
June 20, 2017
Christmas is over; everyone's partying, ushering in a new year,
except for the unfortunate few who have no home.
For them, there are no church bells of celebration;
to ring in the New Year.
They sleep atop steam vents to stay warm.
I can't imagine being them; it's hard to fathom
the nightmares that haunt their meager existence.
Invisible in plain sight,
the cold seeps into their bones and crushes their spirits.
Homeless, they're the dregs of modern cities,
and facing scorn, they preserve their dignity in alcohol,
trying to numb reality.
Hope is a luxury they can't afford.
Winter is hell for the mentally ill living on the streets,
for they've lost everything, even who they are as a person:
demeaning and cruel; what was their crime?
Humanity harbors such souls as these at its fringes.
Yet, when I look into their eyes, I don't see a hopeless cause,
I see the same dreams and fears I see in myself.
And it makes me want to cry!
Why are we indifferent to their hurt and humiliation?
Is our lack of pity because we're immune to their pain,
or is it because, like Cain, we are not our brother's keeper?
Or perhaps, it's a little of both!
Yet Know That For Truth, Such Simply Will Not Suffice
While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.
Tho' my heart oft sings, remembers love's sweet delights
my soul knows life is also about daily fights.
Judging me so harsh, thinking me a brutal beast
know evil fears me more and I have that at least.
I think to warn others, the young that do not know
life no bed of roses, oft is a horror show!
As I sling ink, I will not to pressure now bend
for I see clear, who is foe and who is my friend.
Saddened that heavy words must fall and thus be sent
if you have no tolerance, this for you is meant.
I've held my sword, refusing to use its sharp blade
now recent deceptions, have my spirit remade.
I take no hits, without sending like in return
respect I do not give, unless it is well earned.
If my principles and morals are deemed too low
keep your false heart and embrace the darkness you know.
My words, I shall not for anyone trash or burn
nor act as world is not bitter milk in a churn.
While you may want flowers spread across brightest room,
some write of death, darkness, usual daily doom.
Try not to judge us as hard, heartless and cruel
or a savage beast using a barbaric tool.
We too, often see and want feel good paradise
yet know that for truth, such simply will not suffice.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2018
Note- Sad that recent actions by some have made clear to me that friends they never were but instead used such deception for nefarious deeds, etc...
I write my poetry to benefit others, not to lull the young into thinking that this world is a bed of roses. If my presenting that reality bothers some, then tough.
I'll not change a word of any of my poems due to disapproval from others that have no true poet's heart....
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