All aboard the bizarre Farage barge..
Unless of course you are from abroad..
.
Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..
Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist..
Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..
Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..
Won't save slaves & knaves..
Hellbent they are sent..
To graves under the waves…
Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..
Seedier media leaders lying..
Defying the dying..
Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..
Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..
Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..
On dank murky murderous moats..
Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles
Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..
The ubiquity of inequity
This poem or tome..
Every face…race should be.
Free to roam..
In this place..
We all call home..
when all that is is love and light
how do base instincts yet intrude
contemplating thus makes wrong right
as ego cravings we denude
slow and steady our preferred path
facing the truth, naked and stark
we will win ~ we’re on the warpath
unafraid to walk in the dark
Observe mindfully oscillation of mood,
signalling ego is as yet manifest,
holding potent power, we need to denude,
else soul will miserably fail in life’s test.
Our resistance to embrace offered surprise,
is the cause why negative thoughts forms arise,
so if we choose to accept life as it is,
quiescent heart will radiate a bliss fizz.
With a passion that exudes
Madam Fanny is no prude
She's oodles of cash
A Blue tube news flash
"Fanny goes lewd when denude"
Madam Fanny's new costume
Is nothing more than perfume
In all honesty
That's not modesty
Though they loved her in Khartoum
The unbegun poem
is a tree root,
clinging to a whirlwind.
A stag hides,
in a thicket of hunters.
Nothing speaks,
where memory leaves no footprint.
The buried must uncover
a spade.
Grubs must sing with angels,
both are needed,
to denude the already naked.
In time,
if you give time freely away,
as if to a homeless hermit crab,
the unbegun will arrive,
in the jumbled wardrobe of mind,
seeking to be dressed
in any garments you have
previously rescued
from a dust storm.
A park bench sits empty
Dawn dew dappled
An unseen shiver
Envious of the shaking dog
Senses a loneliness
Hinted at by Winter’s chill
Passersby now scurry
Heads down, breath steaming
The squirrels will no longer come
Nor the pigeons
Cold winds will scourge the trees
Denude them of leaf and bird.
The bench imagines the dew drops
To be its farewell tears.
You say I’m made to be a spade but that just curls my wings
I sit here ready to scoop up the widest range of things
Scooping apples off the ground and thrusting them all forward
To where the wheelbarrow awaits as I denude the orchard
They say to call a spade a spade is honesty at work
I do not know who said that but he was a total jerk
For spades can dig a tidy hole as that is what they’re for
But I can dig a hole and I can do a whole lot more
So if you call a spade a spade, it isn’t quite a sin
But please accept that if you do, you may invert my grin
For mixing sand and gravel in a mix of three in one
Is something for a specialist, and I, indeed, am one
So grab my handle, use your foot to push me in the ground
Make a hole that’s very square or even one that’s round
But when it comes to flinging all that soil to one side
Only I can do it best for I’m so very wide
Time was when a cellar-man would use me scooping coal
And industry employed me as its furnace feeding soul
I’ll always fight my corner and I’ll state my case real loud
For I am no mere spade; I am a shovel and I’m proud!
Seasons and Trees
Spring comes along energising the land
Bejewelling trees, pretty grand they stand
Wafting her fragrance to linger on breeze
Creating havens for birds in the trees.
Summer's leafy trees, diverse shades of green
Spectacular visions in country scenes
Elegant butterfly in spiral dance
Cast magic allure o'er summer romance.
Autumn trees magnificent to behold
Displayed in yellow red brown rust and gold
Fruits of Eden created from above
Are gifts grown from Nature’s undying love.
Winter trees denude, pleasure to the eye
Naked silhouettes against starry sky
Shivering in wind, glistening with snow
Poised statues adorned in a frosty glow.
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2nd April 2023
Quite on the hill. Faceless children run around by a cave who calls them in with a signal straight and gazed. Walking a concurrent line with a retinue firefly disperse into a dome with a small wooden house in the middle. The great white and yellow king nested in his throne of groveling worms. A human face he has popping his face it does with eyes and teeth spouting out in its secretion. Drenched upon the childrens missing faces seeping like a mask denude showing their missing faces. Memories brought back light now seen for now children have been free.
Don't hastily conclude,
All the facts, you include
By being always shrewd,
Have a pleasant mood,
Toward none, be rude,
Approach be not crude,
Wisely if you have viewed,
Mysteries, you can denude,
Life must be improved,
Talents must be proved,
Our skill must be improved,
We must be by all approved,
Bad things must be removed,
If we have properly moved,
Defeats can be eschewed!
The rotting process,
The ailing wood,
Slowly its strength ebbed,
Gradually its resilience declined,
Blemishes made inroads to its core,
Its roots became feeble and frail,
Its boughs withered,
They fell off like drops of rain,
When wood becomes earth,
It is washed away by seasons” denude,
When wood sleeps,
It is home to crawling creatures,
A loss to nature’s tapestry,
A marker for tomorrow’s frayed beauty.
June 22, 2022.
Crimson, cerise, scarlet, and vermilion leaves
die as Summer grieves.
Without pity, brisk breezes denude the trees,
voiding guarantees.
Nature savors the essence of Fall's decay;
a mushroom gourmet.
Mother Earth prepares to spin Winter’s death shroud,
no tears are allowed.
Crimson, cerise, scarlet, and vermilion leaves
disappear like thieves,
and Autumn aggrieves.
So she had confidence in him
Displayed with deceit
The love for a poisonous crawl
Misplaced as it could be
Banging the drums so loud
For all to hear
With his melodious tone
Spilling the lyrics of thier love
Many danced to it
some used it as their tech-tone
Few thoughts remained myopic
Just when the sunshine sparkled
Then came a sudden storm
Which broke the instrument apiece
And denude the charade she kept within
The song stopped, the deceit ended!
Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust
If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn paths, resting under its trees.
Seek in truth the great beauty God has made
the opulence of colors in blue skies;
let not dark, thy human empathy degrade
to sorrows that in turn, love's joys deny.
Instead, denude kings of their purple cloaks
and the golden castles they have stolen;
take time to visit regale forest oaks,
ride the rapids of rivers swift and swollen.
Abandon dead trails, thy Sybarite lusts
in Nature's awe, seeking heart there adjusts.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-18-2018
Sonnet, ( Nature's Great Gifts And Its Awesome Healing Powers)
Naked Truth
N~ascent truth resides at the heart of wisdom thus
A~story conjects still naked waits for refutation
T~he emperor’s clothes devoid of the latest chique
I~ntimately risqué when average normality beckons
V~ie for veracity rescued from the scrap heaps of time
I~n candour modesty disentangles sexy sound bites
T~o be naked or not for whom where how and when
Y-aup those who lie in winning words instead of reason
11th November 2016
Written for contest ‘Naked’ judged 16th November
Still Naked
Naked with no laurels for my glory could I yawp in
Awe of other poets’ winning well versed script though
Kinder to myself and fellow soupers do I give merit
Eject my sulking disappointment from the scene and
Defuse what was as to denude again the naked truth
Expanded on 26th November 2016 for the contest
‘Take The Dagger From My Heart Please - 3
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