Earth once had a heartbeat.
Everything was sparkling-alive...
The sun and dirt.
A spec of pyrite
rainclouds teasing the earth.
All that man touches eventually dies.
Wars spring from iron hands.
From the malignant flavor of religion.
From love gone feral.
For the lust of petrol lands.
When God kneaded man.
He kicked a mustard seed...
igniting the bluest avalanche.
All things beautiful were crushed.
All that is good was despised-disfigured.
Unrecognizable is the devil's latest fad.
This is the age of the ogre.
The age of opaqueness.
The age of the sub-cultured.
Dark matter of the soul percolates to the surface.
Faith is pulverized into the skin of oblivion.
The meek will inherit the stain of a dead earth.
Categories:
bluest, abuse,
Form: Free verse
I will write a poem
A blue rose she has to be
Freshly pruned so extremely
Blue she turns the heads of
Nobility and ordinary folks
Yes the elegance of the rose
Especially i will compose a love
Letter to my most picturesque
And feverishly adored
How flagrantly i have spent
Insurmountable times and times
And times wishing for what
Can only be savored with
Waterfalls of respect
A stately being
Such a creature can only
Survive in perfect paradise
Yes, better to pucker my dear
For your expected kiss.
This poem is a reflection of
My life which I give to my
Everlasting beauty of
Captivating connection and
Magnetic appearance. This
Lovely tenderness I give my
Everything to.
The bluest nose
I am privileged to have been
Chosen by this majestic
Being from the INDIGO ROSE
GARDEN THE EPIC BLUE
GARDEN
Categories:
bluest, blue, color, garden,
Form: Prose
Soft and throbbing,
Cerulean blue, by candlelight,
She appeared.
He was immediately captured!
Sparking brown eyes
With heavenly shards
Of pure, heavenly, golden light.
She was his dazzling, pure delight.
He was all hers, in an
Instant, by divination.
Their bodies encircled~
formed a perfect love nation.
Clinking, crystal glasses of
Chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
And he wanted more of her
Salome, tantalyzing taunts!
1/25/2021
~3~
Categories:
bluest, imagery, sensual,
Form: Rhyme
They say you are blue when you are depressed;
what sort of blue is a depressed blue?
I’ve played so many bluesy Blues
yet, they only make me happy;
I call them bright blues.
Blues of rainbow hues
swirling, curling, twirling in my head;
it’s my favorite color so,
how can I be depressed when I am blue?
Instead I find that my blue is fantasy neon
with shades of creature blue hues.
Blue unicorns fed my imagination as a child;
a pre-teen carnival of blues ran the gamut
of tear-to-elation, sapphire dreams.
Often I would build my bluest schemes
of turquoise and ultramarine.
I found that as an adult, I can’t go wrong with
royal blue velvet; such smoothly soft, ooze blue.
In my downtime, I like to vacation in the
blue tranquility, of an aqua blue sea and
that’s where I find my perfect, harmonic blue bliss.
No, I do not believe that depression is...blue, it is undoubtedly, gray.
Categories:
bluest, blue, color, fun, imagination,
Form: Free verse
They say you are blue when you are depressed;
what sort of blue is a depressed blue?
I’ve played so many bluesy Blues
yet, they only make me happy;
I call them bright blues.
Blues of rainbow hues
swirling, curling, twirling in my head;
it’s my favorite color so,
how can I be depressed when I am blue?
Instead I find that my blue is fantasy neon
with shades of creature blue hues.
Blue unicorns fed my imagination as a child;
a pre-teen carnival of blues ran the gamut
of tear-to-elation, sapphire dreams.
Often I would build my bluest schemes
of turquoise and ultramarine.
I found that as an adult, I can’t go wrong with
royal blue velvet; such smoothly soft, ooze blue.
In my downtime, I like to vacation in the
blue tranquility, of an aqua blue sea and
that’s where I find my perfect, harmonic blue bliss.
No, I do not believe that depression is...blue, it is undoubtedly, gray.
Categories:
bluest, appreciation, beauty, color, depression,
Form: Free verse
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
How dignified she poses here, and quite
unique and lovely is the bluest rose!
Apart from where one very large bush grows
so lush with other roses pink and bright,
to one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Some lavender upon her petals shows
its hue of dreams and mystical delight!
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Above the bush of blues, when a breeze blows,
She dwarfs them all, face lifting to the light.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
The trials she has weathered, no one knows
but I alone; I know her secret plight.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
As purple streaks the sky, life’s fast pace slows,
and day begins to drift into the night.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Written June 13, 2016
for the Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Categories:
bluest, blue, rose,
Form: Villanelle
Bluest Of Blues While Looking Back
All my victories have been shallow stains
shadow lights bent by use of greater force.
Time that culprit, shows just decayed remains
of white bone set upon a stone-cut course!
Looming so large once were joys in pleasures
now enhanced by a vain mind's need to gloat.
Truth is life was ruled by twisted measures
me sailing this cold world in leaky boat!
Sad thoughts, my poor soul now has so many
each one holding dark, miserable keys.
Life's real sweet treasures I haven't any
except days fishing under shady trees!
Decades have culminated in this thought.
Fishing for nothing and nothing I caught.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 104
Categories:
bluest, allegory, blue, conflict, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
I search for sparrrows in bluest sky,
and toss my heartache into the wind.
But from the blue, to my dismay,
the cold wind blows it back again.
Then from Heaven's breath, my wide eyes
see a sparrow and a friend,
and a voice calls out from bluest sky,
"forgive and make amends".
Categories:
bluest, faith, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
The bluest skies, don't seem so blue. And the stars seem a little dimmer too. Now that your around , you put 'em all to shame. Let me break it down 'cause what I'm tryin to say is, no one gets me, like you when you kiss me. Girl, you rock me harder than some downtown band. I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't have a clue. I've never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you. You know i love u with all my heart and we got the realest relationship ever and im happy ! And i see that some girl is goin to call out my name all because you wont talk to her because of me lmao she can fall back for real ! haha but i guess we gotta get to sleep and i get to be so lucky to wake up in the mornin laying right next to you love you baby and I always will.
Categories:
bluest, art, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, life,
Form: Acrostic
i got those brown eyes that are free
but they are just full of lost memories
gone are the days of holding you close
because i closed my heart to your love
and became a stranger to those blue eyes
as i look to the sky i see brighter days
but you got the bluest eyes i ever did see
and the night i said goodbye to your eyes
i cried all the way when i made my way home
and mine turned blue when i saw the bright sun
because i knew i might never see your eyes again
when i look off into the distance of my life
i see the hurt that i left in your beautiful eyes
cause i have that same desserted gaze in mine
but i just hope your eyes are not blue like these
because you have blue eyes that are not from me
and you don't have brown eyes like these
but please keep them open wide all your life
and see that i never forgot your bright eyes
but broken dreams turned my eyes blue
and forgotten tears take up all my years
my brown eyes have turned blue
but you got the truest blue eyes i ever did see
Categories:
bluest, daughter, sorry, blue, blue,
Form: I do not know?
They were my bluest skies
where my fantasies thrived,
where dreams continued to rise...
to reach luminous clouds of pride.
Seasons drastically transformed
their colors from bright to dark...
as the playful sun rearranged
everyone of them with a spark.
They were my bluest skies
I fixed my long gaze on...
to foretell joy or demise
with an unexpected sign.
Still my advanced days have the incredible display of vitality
of those I spent in the agitated, cold waters I braved;
and if courage ever dimmed, I would rely on agility...
now, many more days await me, unless my fortress is razed.
Categories:
bluest, adventure, introspection, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme