My lips uttered a sound not heard before, a bird trill.
I was amazed, for I had grown a beak, and knew I was an eagle.
This is new I thought, and my knee is heeled up.
I could walk, but I decided to fly instead.
Bull! I heard my muse scoff in my ear, so I locked her up.
I did not need a naysayer today. I was taking a solo flight.
I soared out the window past my lilac bushes.
Their aroma was exotic and erotic.
It was still a bit dark outside, for sunrise had not appeared.
Shall I head for a sea or the mountains?
I live in Chicago, land of wind and lakes.
Today it was pouring rain, but that was no surprise in April.
With a quick whip of my beak I looked to the east.
The sea would be faster that way, but the mountains are grand.
What about Kansas? It is not tornado weather yet, right?
My muse had unlocked herself and was here in the flood plain with me.
Categories:
bit dark, travel,
Form: Prose Poetry
Mind-boggled and confused, I am- no doubt
A trolley-bad soul has left their mark
There is something I heard and learned about
My sunny-bright morn, has turned a bit dark
I learnt this morn, that a dear friend has left
A beautiful poet, with talent- best
Gone- 'cause of remarks or poetry theft
So, all my fine poets, may I suggest...
Not be a follow, to those who cause harm
These people mean nothing, their loser's- first
By chance, you know one...please, sound the alarm
To all the fine poets...and rid- the worst
Look what they've done, they have saddened our friend
If I find who you are...well, that's- the end
*Dedicated to Lin Lane
Categories:
bit dark, dedication,
Form: Sonnet
some it ends the pain
some it begins it
ends power
or passes it on
End and starts stories
defies life
and defines
why is it kept hidden
in the sobs
of echo walls
Death needs some pr
I may sound flippant
but if i do
would i care
sorry just wanting to share
Is death the truth
we all bare
sorry got a bit dark there
or did i step into the light
frightened to death by the fright of death
or fear of life
Take my hand death
let me show you around
then you know
where i could
be found
Categories:
bit dark, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My words are not beautiful.
My style is not unique.
It isn't what I think of as poetic.
My writing tends to be a bit dark,
it is for the most part, about me.
Darkness has been my companion,
for a number of years.
Following the worst of days,
the worst of times, in my life.
Although trying to move forward,
I am still caught in what is behind.
I have learned how be alone,
but loneliness has invaded my soul.
I try to reach out, by writing,
It has been a gift to me.
It is my salvation,
when the pain of loneliness
reminds me of things I want to forget.
Those who mean well try,
I keep hearing "better days are ahead"
I must keep that in mind.
One day, not so far ahead,
maybe I will step into the light.
And the darkness will fade away.
Then my words will be beautiful.
My writing will be... poetic.
Categories:
bit dark, beautiful, words, write, writing,
Form: Free verse
The world as it seems around me is a bit dark
But there's lots of light coming through the park
I hear a dog call me with it's bark
All we need baby is to restart a spark
I know we can break the shackles free
And walk hand in hand like it use to be.
The journey is the present, it is here and now.
What's that I hear, sounds like a cow
The pastures are green, they just need a plow
All we need baby is to figure how
The future may look difficult but will set us free
If we walk hand in hand like it use to be.
Love is strong, love is divine
Nothing ever goes down the line
Is that a fish I see in the brine?
All we need baby is a good bottle of wine
We can make it, break the shackles and flee
As long as we walk hand in hand like it use to be
When we get there it will be bliss
But what we need to do is not dismiss
Sounds like a snake in the grass hiss
All we need baby is a passionate kiss
As we grow older together you and me
we'll hold hands like it use to be
And it will be for all plain to see
We did it hand in hand like it should be
And we climbed the mountain to be free
Hand in hand like it use to be.
Categories:
bit dark, best friend, destiny, joy,
Form: Rhyme
I can admit things about myself that I couldn't own up to before.
Like the fact that I'm a little weird,
And sometimes hard to please.
I get bored easily and addicted quickly.
I'm a bit dark and my mind can play tricks on me,
and YES, I like finding the easy way to do things.
I can get mad as hell, and when I do,
My temper is impossible to control.
But I'm worth loving.
I'm passionate and I'm fun.
I live life to the fullest
And everyday I try to be a better person
Than I was the last.
Categories:
bit dark, identity, image, me,
Form: Name
The Dying Of The Light
The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Mind eats its own bread,
sorrow plays a game
Who cares if you are dead
life is evil and often lame.
Future waits for no man,
death lays traps with glue
No good to have a great plan
if the devil is truly after you!
The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Tomorrow hides from today,
pain slinks in unannounced
Too many, too little pay
imps waiting just to pounce.
Cry for help and more light
the echoes serve to please
The devils of each midnight
eat crying souls with such ease!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-09-2015
Note--I had a dream and in the dream the voice kept saying ,
"Beware! The dying of the Light comes."
I woke up, walked to my computer, sat down and banged this one out.
A bit dark and foreboding but so was the memory of the dream!
Another verse was given to me in that dream but have I started a poem based upon it that shall go in my private journal. That poem will be much longer and is about halfway finished as of now. Already 36 verses inked..
Categories:
bit dark, appreciation, art, beauty, dark,
Form: Rhyme