Best Wading Poems
Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams
Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.
Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true essence of love and its power to heal
Lost soul, gifted again the joy a heart can feel.
Farewell, those whispers of new promising delights
found within romantic scenes on cool moonlit nights
or lingering kiss, given within sweetest zeal
infinite treasure once found, none can ever steal.
Farewell, new discoveries of love, its powers.
Farewell, remembered gems, those passionate fine hours.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-10-2020
A new Sonnet, ( Composed as Tribute to poet, Alfred Noyes )
see my new blog on this amazing poet...
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
Before I leave from this world
A vision of you I yearn to see
Intrepidly my heart leads on
I possess the door but not the key
A swan on this lake of love
Loneliness, finally, has reared its head
Cold is the lake I am drifting on
I search the shallows for warmth instead
No comfort to be found for my aching heart
The shallows may be clear to see your way
But I desire the depths to dive down in
To turn this night into day
Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights
Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights.
Seeking love and joy greater than a golden fleece
rapture, tender arms of my lover winter nights.
R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
June 24th, 1972
Note: Written many, many centuries ago it now seems..
Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze.
She stands - wading through puddles
like small islands encircled in glass
The tide has long gone...
returned to tired hermit crabs...
and rested clams in the shallows...
Sal-try streams and rivers calm...
lay in wait for random raindrops...
to fall from clouds exiled...
She stands wading in puddles...
feet gently bathe her silky skin...
With arms outstretched she beckons the rains...
lifts her bright emerald eyes to the sea...
The tide has long gone...
She stands - wading in puddles...
like small islands encased in glass
Last year I got into trouble;
It was certain my digits would double!
"Eighty-seventh time!"
Meant stop, that's the line!
Now my clear upper limit's a puddle!
To beautify him further lacks only a gilded spark divine, love eternal unbound.
The night was young we stood closely, the moment held, we shared a kiss.
His incendiary sunshine smile could melt the polar ice and snowy ground.
I wade pining for another touch of your lips, silky and warm, rhapsody’s bliss.
The night was young, we stood closely, the moment held, we shared a kiss.
Lost in thoughts of you my perfection with no notice that twilight was nigh,
I wade pining for another touch of your lips, silky and warm, rhapsody’s bliss.
They’ll say I made a superlative effort to meet you again, O how they’ll sigh.
Lost in thoughts of you my perfection with no notice that twilight was nigh,
all that was fancy seems hours ago, now only stars make the dark heaven light.
They’ll say I made a superlative effort to meet you again, O how they’ll sigh.
To the brightness of a rich jewel you compared me, are you nowhere in sight?
All that was fancy seems hours ago, now only stars make the dark heaven light,
The white knolls mocking loudly “Your lusty young man nowhere in sight is he!”
To the brightness of a rich jewel you compared me, are you nowhere in sight?
Yet I move not a step, hushed by ecstasy, Lord let this not be deaths love story.
The white knolls mocking loudly “Your lusty young man, nowhere in sight is he!”
“Ariella my angel!” Assure me it’s not a mirage, O speak again sweet sound!
Yet I move not a step hushed by ecstasy, Lord let this not be death’s love story.
To beautify him further lacks only a gilded spark divine, love eternal unbound.
I'm wading in the water --
World at my fingertips.
The sun drying out my hair,
Water rolling off my lips.
The world would be like so --
If it were without flaw.
The truth, that's covered from your eyes
Is not like this at all.
I'm sinking down into the depths --
The darkness of unknown.
I cannot help but to feel
Confined, so lost, alone.
My head goes under as I sink --
I cannot see my way.
Underneath the water I cannot tell,
Is it night or day?
I reach my hand up to the light --
Where black turns into blue.
I search for help, but I find
You ignore my call to you.
I see a dock and I can grab --
A tiny piece of wood.
But as I pull myself to Earth,
It breaks, it does no good.
I'm drowning in the ocean --
And all I see is you.
The way you seem to smile at me,
I must look good in blue.
I love the way the sky defends the sea;
The way the waves do break upon the shore.
But when the clouds seep in to disagree—
My eyes begin to guide the tides of war.
My fingers twitch; I smell the herald’s fear,
I must prepare my love to play the part,
To save our sacred crux from the unclear—
And batten down the hatches of my heart.
For every storm is drafted by the lords;
I know this hurricane will surely pass,
However long it takes to wreck the boards—
I’ll stake our claims with ruins from the mass.
So when the deep begins to lift its head,
Lest we forget the beaches we have wed.
visitors flood park
capture bear wading in den
applauses given
Wading naked
By arianne bungay
The nails go through my wrists
And the hammer brings blows to my back
As I wade naked on the bloody stone platform
Being laughed at and patronized
The faces all look the same
The arguments will never change
Friendships never to be seen again
Love is gone with every tear I shed
I close my eyes and smile
With every stone that is thrashed at my head
Knowing that this is the day
The day to prove myself
So I embrace the pain
Fighting to stay alive at the same time
Proving to the ignorant people that I was right
Ending with a good cause behind my name
There is one face that stands out
A little girl
She is neither laughing nor crying
She looks irritated, maybe even angry
I imagine myself in a white dress
With long auburn hair
I go up to her and ask her what is wrong
She enlightens me
Telling me that she is not only fine
But she is waiting for me
So I wade naked
On a bloody stone platform
Letting her slip into nothing but memory
As I let go of everything
And I lay there smiling
The laughter around me stops
The patronizing is over
Friendships never to be seen again
Hand in hand with a little girl
Having my heart sowed and mend
Knowing that this is where it ends.
Reflect on the wrong,
Like every song,
I repeat;
Roads curve and twist,
Just catch a grip,
Of what is required,
And all that’s desired,
One day acquired;
We can only hope,
For brightness in dark,
Names carved in bark,
Will be washed to null,
When the waves break,
They will reveal the broken.
Wading Weighting Waiting Room
Wading in thoughts, weighting words,
fearfully here in this waiting room.
There's a compact slightly cracked
music player by itself on a shelf.
Someone largely in charge has
shaped tape over its switches.
So none of us can make it go,
and silence reigns, or rains in our brains.
But curiouser and worryouser,
there is a kinky pink plastic angel.
Winged bustlet, angling down, slight frown
ungracing his/her face from shelf space.
Worse yet, I see he/she's got a twin,
but blue, no grin, top of a storage bin.
And a magazine rack mauls the wall,
with a fall magazine mocking spring.
Who do these voodoo things,
that shiver-quiver my head strings?
Godot is ever a no-show, but me,
I'm fearfully here, slowfully waiting.
Dan Daniels
15-08-21
Mothers & fathers crying,
Young and old lie dying
Those left behind still trying
To find their way back home
--How can they start
To rebuild their lives--
Waters deep & rising
Boats tossing & capsizing
Life’s forcible revising
As they fill the Astrodome
--Hearts torn apart
Lost husbands & wives--
Children saving babies
Leading them through Hades
Heroic lords & ladies,
An example for us all
--They’re wading through New Orleans
hope seems forever gone--
The lost are helping lost
Regardless of the cost
To find their own glasnost
As buildings ‘round them fall
--Carrying little but their dreams
and in their hearts, a song—
The spirit of mankind
Will not be left behind
& nations are aligned
with compassion more than pity
--generosity flows across the plains
as countrymen respond--
To help these people thrive,
Do more than just survive
And help them to revive
Their dear, beloved city
--until the killing waters drain
harmless as a pond--
Not sure where we stand
We must agree on a plan
Mistakes were made
Did your feelings fade
Not sure
So I wade
Heading towards a cascade
Will this be our end from that day
Or will we find another way
Maybe strengthen our bond from that day
Or will we stray our own way
Easier to walk away with defeat
Just doesn’t sound so neat
Our fate is at your feet
For what you pick
We will eat
Together or alone in this seat
Always loving you
Even if you choose defeat