Best Swifter Poems
He grabbed me up from where I lay, peaceful in the sun,
with my brothers and my sisters round about me.
I felt four digits seeming to be one of a whole,
which clasped around my form.
A fifth one, slightly broader, pressed onto me from my other side.
And then with a jolt, I found myself next lifted high into air,
the dry hot bed beneath me but a whisper of my past.
Accustomed, at the most, to being trodden upon,
I barely had the time to assimilate this rare experience
(I seemed to remember a sweeter touch long ago
from a smaller being who had picked me up,
examined me and then placed me back on the ground).
Suddenly, I was moving, this time unsupported, through the air.
I spied in a single spinning moment
a world I’d not envisioned from the spot on earth
I'd shared with pebble siblings.
In that place, we were surrounded
by greenery that blocked our view
and by giant old gray boulders, my ancestors perhaps.
Reposing heavily as if attached to land,
one such silent sentry supported him,
the creature who had flung me far from my home.
I found myself then bump, bump, bumping along,
making little rings across a shiny stretch of blue.
And when I lost momentum,
I disappeared beneath the final circle I’d created.
It felt much like the times I had been buried in cold whiteness,
but this instead was liquid cool!
I dropped down and down,
onto a different kind of ground, unusually soft and sticky,
the way earth used to feel for me after a sudden downpour.
Settled there, I noticed brown and silver shapes
that flitted past above me, much smaller
than many of the creatures of the land above me, but swifter.
Also there were tall green blades that swayed in place.
They resembled those that stood on solid ground.
Best of all, I saw around me others of my kind;
a multitude of us, small, beautiful and round,
with whom to share my soft new cozy bed!
Of The Life, The Great Loss, The Solemn Plea
Across the cold chasm of that great divide
were flung the salty tears I could not hide
and epic darkness of a weeping soul
aching sorrows that took a heavy toll
O'gasping voice- shall thy complaints be heard
by whispering wind or by poet's word
in that a life mystery there gave birth
from those youthful days and innocent mirth
pray I, joy again of a much freer me
with swifter rescue from despair's aching sea!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep
whilst in my pleadings- I beg for much more
than unjust solitude on a foreign shore
remember what you asked me to swear
now failure- my loss more than I can bear
may I sworn rendezvous now truly keep
and you forgive me before my final sleep!
Fated were the blues of that darkest day
perhaps even these words I must now say
you my darling, were everything to me
but of freedom's needs, we could not agree
I that sought far, far more than was my due
live now despondent despair missing you
can you feel intense pain of this broken heart
with your tender heart gift us a restart
gift our lives, treasure of renewed love
so again, we may kiss 'neath Heavens above!
O'mercy, dare thee this heart quickly heal
bless this soul, renewing love's dancing zeal
cast happy net, its loving gems therein reap
beauty and truth, gems to forever keep?
R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1976
Romanticism,
( The Sorrows Of A Love Lost )
Old note,
July 17th, 1976
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New Note: 6-14-2021
This is from my ancient graveyard of hidden poems.
Another time that in my youth I went far astray
I when looking back, see it like it was yesterday
And can yet again feel the pangs of a love destroyed
This may now, see the bright cleansing light of day
From wild youth, when I once let my vanity hold sway.
Decided to not edit this, leave it as was written when in
throes of deepest sorrows, heart was cut to shreds..
What breathes into the brain
and sustains from some secret place a sullied heart?
The pains of faces of others for the wicked barb
and (un) done deed to garnish a little 'peace' ---
but to gloat in cruel cosmos ---
and sharpen thy sardonic horns,
trust in the world and its soft whispers of death....
Little darkling upon thee ---
who walks on crushed beds of glass,
the sharp shards gather in baneful bits
....to each corner of thy heart and mind;
Thy soul is devoid of death and breathes infinite dreams,
and rears from the razor-sharp, biting shards ---
not a glass darkly,
but the glints of glazed stars;
Dig a little deeper, through the sullied shadows dark,
how slow, fat little imps swiftly depart,
swifter thy beams of light than slow plodding dark,
faceless night;
not moon, star or light ---
deep...deep... so stark and shadowless,
beyond all memory and thought
Not an image to paint for only formless black...
(on thy pallet to have) ---
only light in life;
can bring you back what you can have,
the stars and moons, and dreams you make....
How can you be lost,
(when you are the light?)
***Written in 2015/For moments down in faith***
Lovely lady you know I am a drifter
Life didn’t need to move any swifter,
So many tales over the years,
A drifters life doesn’t consist of fears.
When I told you all about my days,
I’d hoped that in so many ways,
I could take your hand and sing to you.
Caress you with my songs with a view,
You asking me not any more to wander.
And having you grow so much fonder.
That didn’t happen as I hoped it would.
My wanderlust held me as only it could.
Now I am older, my songs echo the sound.
Of perpetual wind turbines going round.
I guess a soldier of fortune I will always be.
A weary traveler, wandering aimlessly.
So many times I looked for something new,
In reality I was just wandering without you.
Days n nights were cold, you weren’t here.
Songs echoed but were no longer clear.
My heart jumped when I saw you near.
My mind played tricks you were not here.
Now I have grown old, nights still cold.
I lament as I see now my life unfold.
In reality, I just wandered without you.
The songs echo in the distance so blue.
A soldier of fortune I will always be.
If only you had agreed to lay with me.
If only you had agreed to stay with me.
Now a soldier of fortune I will always be.
Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM
Treasures of the Spider
Spider!
Beware of
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror.
By morning,
I survey the remnants
of your web, rent and empty
of you, just tiny whispers
of your once, existence.
Your uneaten prey,
all neatly wrapped
and dangling-
as a reminder
of all
that we
can't take to heaven
Suzanne Delaney
Written for a Golden Orb spider I
named Spideress.
See note - ScientificName: Nephila maculata
The golden orb weavers are one of the largest spiders. Their webs can be found hanging off sign posts, in or between trees and can even be spotted driving 100 km/h in a vehicle. The females can measure up to 45 mm while the smaller males measure only 6 mm. The male is often found in the web of his girl friend. Beside the male and the female boarders resides in the web. They are called quicksilver, dewdrop or droplet spider because their silvery body shines like drops of water in the sun.
Their webs stretch to a diameter of one meter between trees. It is easy to accidentally walk straight into one as they sit in the middle of their web.
It belongs to the golden orb weaver family, which is why its silk is yellow, and this silk is the strongest of any spider. Sometimes small birds or bats get caught in it
The time has come for me to go,
I see the chariot near.
The Angels are now coming for me,
What wonderful music I hear!
A heavenly light is shining above,
My Savior’s dear face I see.
He’s bidding me come over to the other side,
Where endless joys are awaiting me.
The trials that I have suffered here,
Will be as nothing then.
I’ll thank God for each one I’ve endured
And for His help in holding out to the end.
A crown is waiting for me there,
And a robe of white I’ll wear.
No more sickness, no pain, and no sad goodbyes,
I’ll never again have a care.
My children, I long to see you again,
And I’ll meet you on that shore,
If you prepare to meet the Savior,
The one whom I adore.
I pray for each of you, my loved ones,
As I leave this earthly shore.
I ask God to save and keep you,
And to reunite us one day at Heaven’s door.
The Master is calling my name now,
He’s telling me all is well.
I have fought a good fight,
I have kept the faith,
Now they’re ringing those Golden Bells.
Swing low, Sweet chariot,
Angels, come and take me on-
A journey swifter than lightning,
Carry me to my eternal Home.
We've got a short time to make it to the top.
To climb the neck bones of our elusive God.
A short time to scribe, knead, travel, paint.
Crash land into a true soul mate.
Elevate to the next consciousness.
Build your own rose petal nest.
Life is a fiery sprint,
a taste of earth, a splash of mint.
Where's the synergy of heart + soul?
The silver sheen of youthful shoals.
The antidote for hopelessness
The patch over the sinkhole of the mind.
The neck bone staircase has vanished into the clouds.
We've a short time to unstitch the light from the shroud.
To leave something profound, everlasting, behind.
Something more than selfies and a jar of forgotten ashes.
Such a short time to escape from the stall
The dream is swifter than the dreamer after all.
To The North Pole Of Course (Part Two)
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
My mind is traveling at the speed of Donner and Blitzen. It goes through a magical hourglass only to nestle inside a cinnamon scented wagon that is infused with the clanking of fine china cups. A peppery scent of hot chocolate perfumes the air and lands on my palate, sweetly.
While I am being ushered forth into Christmas, I sift through time, backpedaling swifter than Santa's mistletoe kiss.
I hear his rippling laughter and melt like butter.
My extra sensory perception picks up the echoes through the halls of my memory
and I say to myself, " I think I'm going home, to the North Pole of course."
** “The unexamined life is not worth living” – Socrates.**
Looking Inward, Asking For Serenity's Grace
Looking inward, a soul that so silently weeps
For the realization of dear dreams born in sleep
And cessation of wickedness in this dark world
Those unexpected strikes from lightning bolts hurled,
Deeper in that inner web, hiding there alone
A phantom- it's ice-cold, hard beating heart in hand
Magnitude of negatives, more than one can stand!
Looking inward, where heart its gasping whispers beat
As if constant traffic on golden bricked streets
Therein the winds of romance so quietly wait
Chance and the manipulations of hands of fate,
Sweeter in that inner web, hiding there alone
A valiant knight, armor clad and steely eyed
Holding true to the hope on which millions relied!
Looking inward, asking for serenity's grace
Welcoming true light, demanding courage to face
The unknown and world's barbaric mercilessness
Yet brave enough to let love abundantly bless,
Chained in that inner web, hiding there alone
Those pleading for swifter rescue and hopes return
To lift them from bondage and flames set to burn!
Looking inward, a soul that so silently weeps
For the realization of dear dreams born in sleep
And cessation of wickedness in this dark world
Those unexpected strikes from lightning bolts hurled,
Deeper in that inner web, hiding there alone
A phantom- it's ice-cold, hard beating heart in hand
Magnitude of negatives, more than one can stand!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2021
Rhyme,
( To Seek Wisdom To Break Out Of Inner Bondage )
While you try to become the best version of yourself,
Insecurity infiltrates, an unbeaten foe that embraces confidence,
And you list potential falls before even stepping onto the open road.
Every deed is stitched with the thread of this somber foreboding.
Yet, if you know how each scar quietly whispers to you its own tale,
A story of how much it bled, how much pain there was when it was still a fresh wound.
And which bold paths you have taken toward healing, what battles you had to fight.
It's not easy to step out of the frame of your comfort, from your arches of safety.
But when the stars align, they conspire as if yearning to show you a universe
Where you are meant to shine – accept everything with grace, let chance follow its course.
For if you don't, the print of regrets will be one that will never fade.
To receive the stars and the threads of fate, even when they are entwined,
Even when fears seem swifter than your choices.
Gather all your scars, each a mark placed on the map of your own galaxy.
Leave from yourself a beacon, a lighthouse deep in the unknown to which you inevitably head.
Lyrics poem
Story first I set this to music on a site, typed lyrics in picked style , drums violin sax and other settings. This amazing female voice sung it blew my mind. I love saxophone and a bit was it solo. It 2am I pressed something and lost it. I could cried. It shot of around cyber space ha ha. Will do it all again. This is my lyrics.
Come fly with me above the stars
Soar on eagles wings by far
Ride a galaxy or two
Shooting stars will follow you
Higher ~ swifter up we go
Feel the fancy of the flight
Clouds are fluffy like cotton wool
Smooth and comfy of we go
Zooming round and round
Expressive joy, happiness abounds
Shoot the moon, my turtle dove
Just continue, feel the love
We never want the ride to stop
On the unicorns back we hop
Jump the rainbows all around
Through the gap between the closed drapes
A maid peers in a daze
An ashtray upon the table
Held her undiffused gaze
Clearly there was bright red lipstick
Circles upon some butts
A golden earring lies close by
Lying cheat drives her nuts
The fog lifted revealing all
Airline ticket back home
A scoundrel, cheater, liar, creep
In the night he does roam
A teardrop fell upon the floor
As the click opened lock
He slept peacefully this last night
Gun shots silenced by the clock
An airline ticket now possessed
Swifter than that jet plane
Around the block to catch the same
Click, clack the sound mundane
Last chapter typed upon white sheets
The typewriter now still
Headlines plastered across front page
Lovers in motel were killed
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Contest: Structured Forms
Author: Sara Kendrick
Written: December 6, 2014
This is written in a type of Poulter's Measure
Actually each stanza is two fourteen syllable couplets
but broken down into 8,6,8,6 with the rhymes on the 6
Some lines might be a little off..
Bounty hunter: the swifter picker upper!!
Clever, Talented, and real my rhymes just swifter
Ain't got no muscle but i'm still a bra lifter
Fed up so that weed going straight to my lungs
Rappin like i'm black so they want me hung
Maybe i'm like this cuz the world just cold
Hard to hope when everyone around you folds
So when I bust my rhymes they listen cuz i got soul
Style a mix of eminem, 2pac, and J cole
So i got the venom, the rhythm, and the message
The real crime is judging a man by how he dresses.
Cuz the message i'm spreading aint bout bitches or jewelry
Showing you society's deception, corruption, and cruelty
Now I ain't nothing special just a member of the hopeless
my message spread passive aggressively like a stoner dopeless
Cuz I got a lot to prove before I kick the bucket
These cowards be mistaken if they take me for another puppet
Cant see the change comin then you better get some glasses
Cuz no society can survive through the denial of the masses
All of you throw at me the same cuz yall just clones
Don't know what to do when i start droppin bombs like i'm a drone
My mind completely removed from this greed driven drama
All these fake politicians got their own agendas even obama
This whole systems broken when there's only 2 teams
That's enough represent a whole nation's dreams?
But arming citizens is no way to restore the calm
What goods a gun gonna do if they drop a bomb
They say i'm just another disillusioned rebellious youth
Well ain't it pretty delusional to live on perception rather than truth
if money the root of all evil then why does it choose which sides superior
Cuz the more money they stack the more the truth becomes inferior.
So the next time they sell you their ******** with the dollar bill
Remember the lesson you learned from your homie dhill
Happy (dead) Mother's Day.
Here's a fistful of wildflowers for your final resting place.
Your demise was far swifter than your time.
I wasn't old enough to get to know you.
Just a few matted memories and some 8mm film clips
Your smile was sweet and wide.
You gave me a naked cowboy piggyback ride.
We had a cat named Blue and a short, wide bulldog.
I'm guessing by the small room smiles
these were the best of our times.
Dad got rid of Blue because she couldn't break the habit of crapping in the bathtub.
One day a kid split my lip with a tin can.
I went balling into mother.
Another time I opened the farmer's gate so the cows could escape,
For punishment, he gave me a dead corn snake necklace.
Black crows surrounded mother's final bloody bed.
A little silver music box reminded me of her
It gave me some sad sort of comfort.
Time graciously swept most of the rot from inside this head.