Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
For Aunt Carolyn, in memory of Uncle Dennis
They were just teens outside a gift shop door,
He said, "Come on, Darling, let’s go explore."
With a wink and a grin, and her hand in his,
They stepped into life, not knowing how rare love like this is.
From navy bases to state lines they flew,
Boxes unpacked and smiles that grew.
Never a house—always a home,
Because love made each place their own.
He’d kiss her forehead, she'd fix his tie,
Even their bickering made cupids sigh.
Like teenagers dancing in a kitchen floor war,
Even their "fights" left you loving them more.
They held hands through hospital halls,
Through birthday cake crumbs and late-night calls.
And even when life was painfully tough,
They reminded us all—true love is enough.
Now she stands where he once stood near,
A bit more quiet, but holding him dear.
Because the thing about love that’s truly true—
Is it doesn’t end. It just waits for you.
So Aunt Carolyn, brave heart, please know this is true:
He’s just ahead now, saving a seat for you.
Still saying with that boyish grin so clever:
"Come on, Darling... let’s do forever."
Through many centuries in time
Our paths meet once again
The time is different and though the face has changed
Yet those clear blue eyes still remained.
The boyish grin that always made me smile,
The gentle touch of his hand urged me to stay even if just for just a while.
And then one day you and our world was gone.
I was faced to live in that world all alone .
As years and centuries past away ,
I wandered aimlessly, stumbling each step of the way .
Wandered until I once again found you ,
You smiled at me as I walked into the room .
Those centuries and years seem to melt away,
Could it be I had once again found you,
And this time together we will stay.
Slowly you smile as you walk up and said welcome back home my Lady,
You’re back home here with me and here you'll stay.
In this vast land called Lancer,
Arrive in town the two sons of Murdoch Lancer.
Scott the blue eyed golden haired son
Who could capture a young girl's heart.
Johnny who with his dark hair Mysterious eyes and boyish grin
Could also capture one’s heart again and again
Together they come to Lancer in answer to their father’s plea
To help him save the land and in return he’d make their help
.Worthy
The handsome soft spoken Boston Boy agreed to help the man he hardly Knew,
While Johnny a bit cautious took a bit of convincing but in the end he agreed Too.
And now with both his sons at his side
The men of the Lancer ranch ride
Written in memory of the TV series Lancer
How glad I could be if, like the teaching of the Gita
I can renounce the fruits of each of my tireless labour.
Being a long way from the perfection of Lord Krishna
Midst lost gifts, I'd seek my son's note that I value greater
As boyish, buoyant naughtiness navigated his road
Fun and frolic outwitted his fervour for true wisdom.
Roaming carefree, like a hippy, his youthful trails he trod
My hopes for him were hushed like the glows of a broken prism.
He grew up with his mother dead; I was his all in all.
My chides pierced his heart, which, I know, might be like a knife.
Like a gipsy, with a note, he left; didn't write or call.
That precious note is lost; I feel as though I've lost my life.
Silver, gold, or gems would never match a paternal bond.
Though in the travails of time, bonds tend to fly far beyond
At some point our paths crossed,
Valentine’s Day 2020 at a stupid party
all sanity was tossed.
At one point you charmed me,
Your boyish humour and warm eyes,
Made me dive into insecurity and naivety.
At some point I thought you were nice,
But good boys don’t meet you after 10
And neither are they colder than ice.
At one point you said I was too haunted,
That someone trying too hard
Was the last thing you wanted.
At some point I found a different guy,
And that’s when you realised
You were too rash to say goodbye.
At one point you crept in like a snake,
Said that I was way too memorable
And moved me like an earthquake
At some point you ignored my NO
Forced yourself and laughed,
Like adults in a freak show.
At one point I hated you,
Hated your ignorance and denial,
About what you put me through.
At some point I forgot you existed,
It took months of therapy,
But I finally felt free and lifted.
That boyish grin,
Those ice blue eyes .
He didn’t even have to speak,
We all knew and realized,
He captured the masses both young and
Old.
He was one we had waited for all
These years and at times
Not patiently,
He was the one to bring this country
Back to unity.
He was the one to continue old Joe’s
Prophecy
In the crowd chants and cried we want Bobby!
And though it’s not the Camelot of
Years ago but it doesn't need to be
This was another time , and another man
And as he walks up to the podium where they all can see,
He knows it is his time to make his mark in history
O, the love of pure heart's passion
thrumming wildly beneath his blouse
What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction
What in time's complex breath causes you to ask
Tacit monotony's spiral to complain so
When consciousness cuts it own wings to better bask
In the bright limelight and let the virgin girl go.
Harley's ghost sits in my catatonic hallway
Waving a banner crying out soon our defeat
But we know better, giving up is not our way
Across the white, Santa sits to his wafers eat.
Whilst that romantic building burns hope sadly dies
He with his favorite whip makes the reindeers cry
From across surging ocean the albatross flies
And little boy blue steals his auntie's apple pie!
As the flickering stars smile with ample delight.
The voices from Heaven cry out, no more not tonight.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec2nd, 1973
OLD NOTE- DELETED
NEW NOTE--
She smiled when her love entered her bedroom
His handsome face and boyish charm always did win
Soon he would be all hers, as her romantic groom
And they could each day live their pleasurable sin.
Why wallflower hearts need such a hard shove
tho' reckoning an endless friendship grown.
Wi' turned pedal eyes' slow blossom to love
in yesterday's finest summer wind blown.
Wonder will unquiet heart stop midbeat
boyish peril calm and sweat'd palm betrays.
Enticed perfume's smell as trembling lips meet
fulfilled in deep need under heaven's gaze.
So easy said as two friends forever,
could I've but known alone's high price to pay.
Promise kept in knife's sharpest endeavor..
when fool bravado'd soul gave yours away.
Once so familiar heart left at love's feet,
still savor days heaven chose ne'er complete.
Lyrics from the heart
Captured at the start
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
An extraordinary voice
My heart had no choice
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The wink of the eye
The charm of the guy
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The shy, boyish smile
The clean, cool style
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
Still none greater than
That true gentle man
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you.
(October 16th, 2022)
UNREQUITED PURSUIT
Head, tilted provocatively to one side,
An open, almost-lascivious smile
Pointed at me darkly smouldering
Eyes, poured out with scented honey into
Eager, penetrated hands,
Held in supplication for too much
To be received from sacred insecurity:
I was yours to be the obedient servant,
Ready in attendance for what might come.
Then I awoke from the naked unreality
Of a wanderer's listless dream,
Confronted by an immovable present
Where you didn't exist.
Just a capricious phantom
Of the imagination you were,
Scratching at my fallen ways
To bleed them in plain sight.
I have forgotten the passing image
That used to beguile but became
Poisoned for every
Thirst-quenching well
That might have satisfied.
I rose up to stand confirmed
By renewed confidence in a future
That no longer included your boyish disdain
For lifelong commitment.
No, she mustn't cry out loud,
Every pain she must but hold;
No tear must make its way from the sides,
Of her pained, grieving, red rimmed eyes.
Into the casket she can't help but stare,
At the boyish, chubby face so fair;
And wonder why she can't seem to hear,
The sweet voice she once held so dear.
It is but a matter of time, she says,
To every person who tries to close the case;
Lazy boy he's always been but he'll,
Get up from his sleep when he's had his fill.
What will it take to convince,
A loving, doting, caring mother since;
How could she who could still hear her child cry,
Help but think her very senses lie.
Oh, this cruel, cruel war,
Is like unlit fireworks in a jar;
To protect it from every spark that flies,
The soldier is who pays the price.
When is this atrocity to stop?
When will the terrorists but realize;
Greater good is though what they hoped to gain,
Their humanity is what they've mercilessly slain.
Maybe one day the ball of gold will shine,
Onto an earth once more pristine;
Where no mother will ever grieve for her lost child,
And at no border will heaps of bodies be piled.
Take joy in all childhood affinities
for they are the makings of you my son.
I am a witness to boyish sallies
and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me
so your beginnings shine in countless ways,
and in my image mine own eyes do see
a candle lit that brightens all my days.
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
forgive my rapture and quixotic state -
mine is the lexicon of beloved things
and yours the idioms that resonate.
Now blow your candles and cut your iced cake
and close your eyes and all your wishes make.
Written: March 2007
Marching with confident swagger, they stride
Jubilantly boasting of pony ride
While slinging rifle with flair
For cowboy video share
As Christ’s young soldiers*, amidst boyish pride.
*2Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
May 6, 2022
3rd place, "High Noon " Cow Boy Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/8/2022.
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