Best Temporarily Poems


Premium Member Theatre Temporarily Closed

Santa and Frosty went to the playhouse
A Disney movie with candy, popcorn
A small squeaky between the sits, a mouse
Theater closed, they stood outside forlorn


12/22/2020


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Premium Member Temporarily Contemporary

All that is new and surrounds us today,
the contemporary, the modern, the brash avant-garde,
pervasive in culture, in morals and art,
when meant to advance, too often retard.

So anxious to differ from what's always been,
charging forth when we should be careful and wary -
we take nothing good from the past to mix in,
all joined in what will only be buried.

That which is modern will soon have a tag,
retro art, retro sport, retro music and fashion.
All that is cool and is hip and is "with it"
will be pushed to the past to pursue a new passion.

Too often our efforts just to be new
forget that the goal should be to be better,
derived from experience and history we've learned
that the crumbs of the failed are left to the debtor.



Premium Member So Lost, Light Temporarily Eludes

So Lost, Light Temporarily Eludes

Once a man lost saw nothing but a stone wall
 misery and blues ever since his great fall
So lost that the stars failed to shine
 so blue he could not walk a straight line

Soon began to share his misery and self hate
 blamed his torment on life and dark fate
Dark spirit had grabbed and crushed his soul
 eyes blinded he could not ever see a goal

Then one day Love and Mercy came a calling
 gifted a blessing to counter his great falling
Light opened those very sad and shut eyes
 clouds flew away as suddenly Sun filled sky
 
As love sent heart into his opening mind
 his soul it's way back home soon did find
Beauty and life soon took him on a new path
 away from darkness and former hating wrath

Once a man was lost with little hope of healing
Such was before Love gave his heart renewed feeling!

Robert J. Lindley 07-22- 2014


Inspired by Peter's Duggan's poem to a fine lady that needs
 cheering. Dedicated to that fine person and I pray this 
write brings her some measure of hope and bright cheering....
A silence stilled the beauty of a flower
blues came forth to steal more power
Hope sent in a massive charge to slay
love and mercy gifted when we pray.

I too was once so very, very lost 
prayer was sent and darkness defeated by God's amazing grace..

Premium Member Temporarily Closed

Yellow tape and a sign declaring the exhibit is temporarily closed until further notice.  I feel frustrated that I won’t get my cheap thrill—looking at something I don’t really want or need to see.  So the bride is stripped bare by her bachelor but we can’t peep.  Étant donnés.  Revert the fountain to original use.  Secure cherry trees against hares.  The fractured glass won’t create a prism and self-doubt leads us to another room.

Duchamp’s peephole closed
temporarily closed off
inconvenient sign

Lost Temporarily

I’m lost and I need to be truly found

I’m so lost because my gladness is in the heartless grave

It is buried in the cold-stone ground

It’s my fault for losing you and I’m a fool that’s not brave



I’m lost

I sob

Need some…affection

I’m found

I smile

Need no more…rejection



I remember, walking in hallways

In hopeful days…in a hopeful daze

I see your precious eyes shine these days

We lay together as one as my mind strays



I’m lost

I sob

Need some…affection

I’m found

I smile

Need no more…rejection



I can’t live another day without you

I would cry tears of worrisome blue

I can’t just give up and move on from here

Our friendship is the ship you and I should steer



I’m lost

I sob

Need some…affection

I’m found

I smile

Need no more…rejection



I’m lost, but found in your arms of trust

I’m lost, but found beneath lust's dust

Clear it away so I can go above the clouds

You always seemed to be my shadow shrouds



I was lost long ago,

Now I’m finally found, but still, our difficult lives has just begun 

Let the breeze blow

I grow and glow like the glistening sun, so don’t you doubt, hon


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