Best Thus Poems
and thus that thing….
it came again….creeping
……..creeping
………ever creeping
whispering……
……..“what if”
……..”what if”……
………“what if….
…….it’s not good enough”
winged shadows of doubt
………….hovering dissention
….creeping…..
…….across the page
….challenging
……the pen
…..hissing
….”what if…..what if”…
…..nobody reads it….
cold shapeless clouds
…..creeping
…..creeping..
…..deadening the sky
….growling….
……in the belly of fear
…..growling…
…….…...you are not good enough….
….the doubts
…..the creeping
….doubts
…….were right….
……..so sits…….
……….a pencil
……..broken….
by the endless….
…..ever creeping
…..trembling hands
….of doubt….
John G. Lawless
1/20/2017
pressed ...
kind as a criminal
your cold kisses clamped shut -
like a thousand stiff arms
they walled me in ...
I was your dirigible, soaring
promises made in passion and dreaming
(my horrid err)
the slender ropes you clung to
braided with expectation
pulling ...
pulling ...
pulling ...
hope, rusted by your
greedy weep
and the shine of love turned to
weight like iron -
you would give your
breaths, all, to keep me from the stars,
and I would waste those
precious wonders ...
to keep you from your
breaths.
Thus Born, A Light, A Blessing Of Inspiration
And he from the mountaintop knelt to shout
To the magnificent creatures below
As if pouring Life-water from a spout
He in his sorrows cried in the snow,
O' God have this, thine sweet mercy on me
He that in his youth walked dead and blind
For now thy light hath set him free
Sending life, love, hope - clarity of mind.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Once a beast seeking dark ravenous meals
He that savored bad, the forbidden
Caring not for love, or how others feel
Built he walls to keep his sorrows hidden,
Allowing darkness all his joy to steal
Traversing twixt pale light and black of night
Ignoring those evil wounds love could heal
Never seeing the path cast by true light.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
From the highest heavens, a voice then came
Sounding in true harmony and soft glee
I am the giver, creator- hear my name
Tis I that now speaks to the soul in thee,
Rise thee from that whitecapped mountain peak
Live again amongst life and mortal men
Accept these words, live not so lost and weak
Give due praise and thus walk thee true again.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Rising as the Sun its golden rays cast
He obeyed, starting his life anew
Knowing divine sent redemption must last
He praised life and the bright sky so blue,
With blessings of God and eternal light
Love entered his soul, his heart awoke
What was once such an impossible fight
Then became merely a cast off dark yoke.
Wherein truth and light are sent to prevail.
Those once chained- no longer need fear Hell.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19, 2020
Rhyme,
( Born from aching sky- a vision , a light- a blessing )
Dedicated to my friend- Greg Barden….
Note: This poem composed this morn was
inspired by my having read Greg Barden's
fine new poem titled----- ""Aching Sky""
to his magnificent rhyming creation--
I found inspiration to create this new piece.
As tribute to that which gave such inspiration,
and the God given blessing of poetry set within
this old soul's heart. -RJL
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
signalling that wounds inflicted by fate had healed,
paving way for my presence, to pass through heaven’s gate.
I played out my hand as of the cards, I was by destiny dealed,
equal in both joy and pain, dancing gleefully in the rain,
knowing God holds my hand on life’s playing field.
Detached from mundane thoughts of loss or gain,
I dissolved my wayward ego in the womb of love divine
and thus Holy Spirit magically cleansed my soul’s sin and stain.
As polarities orbit each other, I see how love for love does pine,
in timeless time entwining blissfully under God’s oneness sign.
Henry VIII desireth an heir.
Wife after wife, nary son hath wives bourne.
Thusly, he cut off each head.
Findeth a new wife instead.
His sole son hath been born from an affair.
And so it was in the time of high charges for the governed
upon entering the Narthex of the church
of the Cold Blue Static Balls of Charge,
powerful PUBLICUS UTILITAS proclaimed:
“Make way; for I’m the journeyman directorate
of the all powerful Red Hot Orange Conglomerate,
here to ground your independent shorts
unto our power grid.
Let the word go forth from this time and place,
no longer will you be able to reverse the
flow to lessen your monthly burden.”
And so it goes from that day to this!
For the MAGIC WORDS contest
Your village will
have wells
Well-equipped water-
supply
My village connected
to the town.
I shall be employed
And teaching poetry
and plays
In a college.
China will leave
claiming Ladakh,
Issues of Arunachal
and Lama, settled.
Kashmir shall be
again a kingly state,
Chenab to Chin ,K2
and Pirpanchal;
And India, Pak,
Bejing
be friends,
Sure forever.
Afghans will end all
their wars
And grow in their
abandoned fields
World famous
apricots and grapes.
East and west will
day-night trade.
Jews, Christians will
understand Muslims
And Muslims shall
undoubt’ly forgive.
West will ban free
sex
And work strict laws
on homosex.
Widows will freely
approach married
gentlemen,
And their God-
fearing wives will
say Well!
Korea and Iran will
propose the UN
And all will agree
And together decide
a day
(Destroying Bombs
Day)
On the Nevada
grounds
And in the
Mediterranean Sea.
Even I and you shall
unite,
Our son will earn
D.Lit. in Cambridge
Daughter will set up
a global business.
Even my dearest
Dad will one day die!
Thus, O beloved,
thus,
Let’s fall not in any
futile fun
And wisely, turn to
learn it early,
What’s after all! The
Absolute Truth.
We spent the moments partaking in real joy
Cuddling, dreaming, fulfilling a ploy
Happily sharing closeness
Imagining us
Two hearts one
Thus
Attraction
Leaving thoughts breathless
Dreams flowing free from hopeless
Aware of all that we can enjoy
We spent the moments partaking in real joy
Focus on the heart
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Aesop, Fables 533 (from Babrius 70) (trans. Gibbs) (Greek fable C6th B.C.) :
"The gods were getting married. One after another, they all got hitched, until finally it
was time for Polemos (War) to draw his lot, the last of the bachelors. Hybris (Reckless
Pride) became his wife, since she was the only one left without a husband. They say
Polemos loved Hybris with such abandon that he still follows her everywhere she goes. So
do not ever allow Hybris to come upon the nations or cities of mankind, smiling fondly at
the crowds, because Polemos (War) will be coming right behind her."
You are my enemy! I hate your guts!
Why, you ask? My government said I should.
"For what reasons for your loathing me?" What's
the justification? - The common good!
"Should I reciprocate?" Doesn't matter!
My government said that you are a threat.
"Your leaders are as 'mad as a hatter'
and shouldn't attempt folly they'll regret."
Preemptive measures are in store for you
and there's nothing -Nada! to prevent it.
"Arrogance has a price, this is our view.
And you're overbearing prides and conceit
will cost your country misery and dead.
This, foe, is what my government has said."
this and that and thus and such
hearing, seeing, smell, taste, touch
which will old age steal? not much
just this and that and thus and such
will I know beloved ones...
lifelong sweetheart? daughter? sons?
thanking those with whom I've dined
not sure why they've been so kind
in this home but not sure why
who will hold me when I die?
i'm imprisoned by my fear
who will let me out of here?
i have seen it far too much
once sharp minds now losing touch
no more plumb line left to clutch
just this and that and thus and such
Species sundry sentential
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as by the Hawthornean sawbones
And apothecary, yclept, poetically rendered: "The Quack Haunted."
(Aye,) Haunted and hunted he was, by that vile old crone,
Whose life he did not decrease one iota nor span,
With the ingested application of one of his odious elixirs,
By the harridan so quaffed.
Yet, the obstreperous host of the soldierly soldiery of dozens of nations,
Yclept herein by the appellation, "Plagiarism," they fairly encroach upon
The tableau naught but ominously.
And thus ominous be also the tone of this,
Which 'tis my most perfervid and prayerful hope that
'Tis utterly unclassifiable, unidentified and unidentifiable.
I do not care for the onerousness of being pinned down,
For living up to the hoary and draconian standards of the vast
Collect of poetry-of poetries.
This I will not brook.
(But before I end this ebullient and elliptical encomium,
I must turn once again to that species of alliterativeness that
Provided the nutriment for it and me: the "grist for my mill,"
As the archaic idiom has it: )
Therefore, these things
Have henceforth
Come casually
To their
End.
To My Fellow Poets, Know That You Are Honor Bound
Wanted to write a good poem, this day in the Sun
before the dust falls away and I am forever undone
Just a few kind words that may help and entertain
pleasant painting that is scoring a very sweet refrain
Flowers in the field, red, yellow and exquisitely blue
colors splashed in life , the essence of all we do
Trees that inspire us to sweetly rest in the shade
colors they bring that wrapped nicely all God made
Wanted to write a poem, one that sang this out to All
gifting joy and appreciation before my last, final fall
To my fellow poets, know that you are thus duty bound
to gift to others this fine treasure you have found
This urge we all feel to write our hopes and dreams
Is truly God's desire, we send out love in word streams!
Robert J. Lindley, 02-05-2015
note: Expression of my view of what is Poetry.
Others will likely hold various other views and thats fine because as
Individuals/Poets we all have our freedoms to be unique and hold our own
values and judgments.
I believe poetry is to inspire and to do no harm.
In that , we are perhaps word doctors so to speak...
That Sweetest Of Earth's Treasures Can Thus Flee
Ridiculous, that love can become a curse,
irrational, enigma to behold
that sweetest of earth's treasures can thus flee
for humanity what else can be worse
a dear life into slavery thus sold,
with death of our precious love- you and me!
Sun, Sky and Nature all can see that affront
Inexplicable, narrative sadly told
to find then lose, inked as poetic verse
man, a blade too oft bent, broken or blunt
doomed into darkness, and blindly sold,
heading to destruction, full speed- no reverse!
That sweetest of earth's treasures can thus flee.
With death of our precious love- you and me!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2021
Sonnet ( With All Candles Burnt, Dark Of Night Then Prevails)
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Woeful Cries From A Cavern Dark And Deep
Hungry winds, that lash to whip up desire
horrid- state of loss, feeling all alone
forgotten, flames of great funeral pyres
those altars carved from unwilling stone.
Youth's folly, innocence, its childlike mirth
life wandering through unforgiving sea
lust and greed, far, far greater than earth's girth
fruits thus harvested from a poison tree.
Vanity and its allies- mortal fools
world- a rock-field to be seeded with pain
humanity clawing with its dark tools
leaving behind destruction, blacken stains.
Red, constant flow of savagely spilt blood
Man in blindness wading through epic floods.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2021
Sonnet, ( What becomes of the trembling kiss of day )
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""(H)ONEST-GOD ((O))PEN-(((W)))ILLING-All-WAYS-HOPEFUL;
HONOR-LOVE-HIS HEAVENLY; CREATOR-PROVIDING "~" (~) "~"
ETERNAL "~" (~) "~" HUMBLY-ABIDING-HIMSELF FOR-HIS-OWN
"REACHING" "~ (~) ~" ACCEPTING "~ (~) ~" always-what-Hate;
cannot - born-of LOVE, Grace-UNCONDITIONAL; THE-DEVOTIONAL
LIFE; HIS-FREE-SPIRIT, man-forged-sent-into-the-mixture;
"~ (~) ~" ENTRUSTED "~ (~) ~"
Faith-instilled-Faith Evolving-IS--HIS-PERFECTED "HIS CHILDREN"
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GRACE-MERCY-CONSIDERED -
MERCY/FORGIVENESS/PEACE
PARDON/PONDERED/LOVE-
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INNOCENCE-DELIVERED,
JESUS... THE-EXAMPLE -
So-through HIM-ETERNITY -
"THUS; THE-BOLDNESS "OF" MAN!""
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Betwixt earth and sun the darkness comes,
As each day I’ve loved you so,
But thro’ right or wrong my love goes on,
For thus does true love flow.
Betwixt the night and day lies my dismay,
Alas my heart has come to know,
For against your will I must love you still,
But thus does true love flow.
Betwixt Heaven and Hell love shall foretell
That tempests there may blow,
As my love’s forever, you’ll love me never
—A dreadful thing to know.
Betwixt the mind and madness lingers sadness,
O’ a death so dreadfully slow,
For love today is sorrow and shall be tomorrow,
But thus does true love flow!
Betwixt shadow and sun shall my anguish run,
As the embers remains aglow,
But amidst Heaven and Hell I know fore well,
That thus does true love flow!