A morning sky blares a raucous anthem.
Bluejays, Magpies and crows
have gathered to defeat the songbirds.
I look East for any signs of massed auks.
The air is dancing, but it's a crazy dance,
a stamping clamor akin to frontline fever.
A battle is coming, the shock troops
are rattling spears in the hedgerows,
fieldmice are digging new trenches
under old roots.
Look! The storm gulls are here,
and they are bringing the ocean with them.
Categories:
blares, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Fury for the masses
a static hum blares
through the digital ether
fingers swipe
left then right
hearts race
pixelated chaos
unfurling black flags fly!
An electric storm
of fury?
a parade of images blinding
a pixel
a pulse
a scream?
shadows of war loom large?
A darkness-play
on the walls of our minds!
Fragments of lives
broken and whole?
Spiraling through
glassy screams
each face a mask!
Fury for the masses?
Red hats dance n chat
dead eyes wide...
A wild dance of resistance
to reclaim all our hearts
From the void...only
Fury for the masses...
a Digital Haze!
Categories:
blares, allusion, art, culture, dark,
Form: Free verse
All have hassles their own,
All with own fate upset,
With whom to pour my heart?
Under roof-- one common
All suffer self-sown fate,
With whom to pour my heart?
Sad tales, not so unknown,
They all seem to narrate,
With whom to pour my heart?
No one is left alone
If we search, sort, ferret,
With whom to pour my heart?
Blares every gramophone,
Each all so aloud set,
With whom to pour my heart?
All have a chewing bone
Their own, and no free date,
With whom to pour my heart?
O to wait for that dawn
Where world is not jet set
To pour my bleeding heart.
Till then I’ve to just frown
And endure, my teeth grate,
Till I’ve souls to pour heart.
All people tend to moan
It’s this nature I hate--
Too ready to pour heart.
With all in such zone
That keeps an ajar gate
To cry, where I my heart?
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Ghazal |16.02.2025| sympathy, heart
Note: The six lines of each stanza here in essence make only a couplet--just two lines. There are two rhymes and two refrains.
Categories:
blares, heart, sympathy,
Form: Ghazal
Let your light shine, a trembling flame,
Not for glory, not for fame—
But softly through the velvet night,
A witness to your inner sight.
The stars, they glimmer far and wide,
Yet humbly serve as you were told,
No trumpet blares, no banner flies,
Still, their glow redeems the skies.
Oh, simple lamp in my window frame,
Not seeking praise, nor calling name,
Its glow spills warmth upon the home,
Where weary hearts the humble meet.
So let your deeds, be pure and bright,
Kindle love where the blind have sight.
Not for pride or polished gold,
But to touch and heal, to soothe there pain.
Thus they see, and lift their eyes,
And praise his son that never died.
Categories:
blares, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
To make money do what you may
And let no rules come in your way,
Capitalism blares
As laissez-faire declares
Wild ways to thievery,
Packaged nigh cleverly
For robber barons of today,
Who should look in mirror
To reflect on error
And ponder, made they are of clay.
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Happenings |19.11.2024|money, business, mirror
Poet’s note: US, who has charged an Adani company of financial misdeeds, needs to look into its own history of capitalism. The first two lines of this ditty talk of what laissez-faire was and still largely is. A list compiled in 1934 named 26 robber barons (a German term for knights who charged illegal tolls from travellers along with other forms of thuggery). The list includes Andrew Carnegie, JP Morgan, and John D Rockefeller-- who later turned philanthropists and promoters of art to earn rubber stamp of public approval. The country reminds us of a cat on a pilgrimage:
Upon killing hundreds of mice,
A cat is out to wash her vice,
On holy pilgrimage
To pop up her image,
Poor mice paying her laundry price.
Categories:
blares, business, mirror, money,
Form: Limerick
I bid keeping my mind off the known calamity
A similar item year ago almost took my soul from me
It was only chump change, it didn't really matter
Pushing away the notions of the hearts that it would shatter
Another bidder and my confidence plummets
When suddenly last call blares out like trumpets
My demise in the form of a contract
Is swore and sealed by a pen that retracts
Categories:
blares, life,
Form: Rhyme
A Broadway show, with kids in tow,
Is challenging, for sure.
You must prepare for getting there,
With hassles to endure.
The car’s a pain, yet bus or train
May cause you some delays;
Then every street, on tired feet,
Seems like you’re in a maze.
And then the wait, which children hate,
When hunger hits, or thirst;
You buy some snacks, but can’t relax,
For bladders might just burst.
The bathroom line, with poor design,
Means that the world expects
That kids must learn to wait their turn;
We tell them, “Almost next!”
The dimming lights, at last, ignites
Excitement from the crowd.
The music blares and some it scares
For it is just so LOUD!
With luck you last, applaud the cast
And head home with a smile,
But hope your crew won’t ask that you
Repeat this for a while.
Categories:
blares, children, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Frantic movement and commotion
Fist-pumping, foot-stomping emotion
Slogans shouted, cheers abide
Endless cheers of ‘He’s our guy!’
Music blares, eager midriffs bared
The other candidate’s running scared
Victory takes wing at every rally ~
chasing dreams down blindest alleys
Categories:
blares, emotions, flying, political, sound,
Form: Couplet
Lightning flashes
Thunder crashes
Lightning zooms
Thunder booms
Lightning zips
Thunder rips
Lightning zaps
Thunder claps
Lightning flares
Thunder blares
Lightning shocks
Thunder rocks
Lightning gleams
Thunder screams
Lightning glows
Thunder blows
Lightning lightens
Thunder frightens
Categories:
blares, rain,
Form: Rhyme
4:00 AM
The phone dances across the nightstand
and a wake-up song begins to play
But a sleeping mind can't understand
that it's time to face another day
4:15 AM
Now a second round of music blares
after the snooze cycle ran its course
A groggy mind finds it hard to care
hits the snooze with a little more force
4:30 AM
The damn song is now stuck in my head
another alarm I cannot shirk
I manage to slide across the bed
forced to face another day of work
Categories:
blares, poems, poetry,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Waking At Dawn You There In Our Silk Bed
Baby fawn, fur so beautiful, new life
A reminder Nature's beauty so true
We wade through this world of hellacious strife
But my darling, I live because of you!
Your bright smile, your beauty truly divine
Waking at dawn you there in our silk bed
Alarm blares out at a quarter to nine
Sweet kiss given, wake up you sleepyhead.
Dawn brings forth a day of pure joy with you
We stroll the beach waves breaking at our feet
You say my lover, I say yes-you too
Life delicious, your lips cannot be beat
Sunny beach gives its gives its pretty scene
We speak of love, life being together
I watch you dressing as you primp and preen
As we live it up in this fair weather.
Robert J. Lindley, sonnet, 16 verses
APRIL 12TH, 1984, EDITED Nov. 1987
NOTE{ Sweet Memory)
Categories:
blares, beautiful, life, love, memory,
Form: Sonnet
Distant dogs
bark at rainclouds
Dead moons
collide with the living
A television blares
from a plastic
coffin
He watches distant dogs
hunt the sleeping
Categories:
blares, poetry,
Form: Free verse
To the public the man shows herbs
For Advert hundreds of proverbs
"Your worries and mine wisdom curbs!"
Lots of Adjectives and Adverbs;
On roads blares, neither dumb on kerbs
Voice screaming hoarse near touring Serbs...
But the Old Seller of New Herbs
Settles for nothing short of blurbs,
The problems of voice pitched high curbs
And down brings number of proverbs...
"Buyers I see less for sung herbs"
Categories:
blares, business, inspiration, money, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
January’s snow flows stealthfully through my fifth-floor apartment window, flung wide open to welcome in the new year. The half-drawn curtains bellow with brisk salt air blowing in from the North Sea. A distant foghorn groans in a resigned, forlorn resonance, guiding ships braving the churning, ice-slushy waters as church bells strike twelve stately brassy tones.
This night I stand alone and content, a rich cup of espresso in my hand. Eschewing nostalgia and perhaps too sober of thought, I prefer my pleasures to be of the vicarious variety. Beneath me I take in the muted ambers and oranges spread out from the four cafes, out past the cobblestone road, glistening as snowflakes alite. Young couples drinking, glasses clinking, hug, kiss and revel, strolling out from the cafes. Some indulge in a traditional waltz, before the speaker blares more modern fare. Waves of laughter and singing ebb and flow as I turn and head toward my bed and blessed sleep.
Again the foghorn blares mournfully, like a tuba vainly pleading to be united with a long-lost orchestra.
Categories:
blares, character, perspective,
Form: Prose
In the book of fire
&
all that blazes
In the words of praises,
Burning fast
They are hard bright
…it blares white.
This is my desire
But...
What is my fire
What is it that I can acquire?
What do I want to shape and destroy…
I feel my soul bound to this book
This book of fire
I write words of infinite jest and mirth
I feel my being slip past this earth
From ashes to ashes
Were dust gathers in the rooks
My past is a mystery
I have nothing but this book
I have nothing but history
I sit here writing for what...
What is my demise
…if I sit here in the path of
Eternity & write this book of fire!
Is this my only worth
What is my fire
Am I just a ghost on this fleeting earth?
...is that all I can desire?
I am all that remains suspended in the blast,
I turn, I turn to carbon at last.
(book of ash II)
Categories:
blares, allegory, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
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