Love is the unconscious piano,
Which provides rhyme and rhythm to the heart;
It is the pendulum which aids the velocity of the heart;
It is the eyes and mirror which acts as a navigation,
And checks and balances to the heart
Love is the fountain which Waters the heart,
And like the fresh fall of morning Dew which nourishes nature, prevents the heart from dehydration and atrophy
It is the unquenchable ink which fuels the heart;
As fertilizer acts as catalyst to the soil
Intrinsic love is the food basket which feeds the heart,
And prevents it from famishing.
It is not so easy to forgive
old dogs and old friends dying on you.
Once I had a mongrel pup
got her from a shady pet store
back in a shabby past.
Parvo came and she went - not easy.
Once, an old blind Sheltie
came to visit from me
from an afterlife.
That ghost-dog looked like a friend
I had never really known. She still loved me;
that kind of love is never easy
to lose.
Dad, you give us a victory salute
on your way to the chemotherapy unit.
I realized how courageous in the face
of a famishing cancer you were
but only some years later
when I recalled my own cowardice.
Those kind of memories
are never going to be easy.
My friend was a poet of God;
He sang like a toad on a sinking lily pad
and did not care if he drowned
with his lovely mouth still open wide.
Why did you still sing on that death-bed Ted?
Why did a spirit fly from your lips
as a puff of pure light
after you asked for one last cigarette?
When you fell upwards
I heard the sky crack the roof of the world
then you were gone - and not the easy
way.
Fox and rabbit
doze in their tunnels,
both watch each other
through a voltage of fur.
A famishing moonlight
kindles a visioning fire.
Trepidation ignites
the darkest niche.
Like prairie cites
bodies are illumined
by a shimmering fear.
Blood shines.
Tonight I am electric
I am the light that consumes
itself.
In my unearthed shadows
I shiver
and am found
by each hunting star.
Then
I
fear
not your
fond and soft
tenderness, but you
bidding farewell without ceasing
so, satisfy me with the fruit of your care and warmth
I was insatiably famishing, predatory for your love- you nourished with ease
Now
I
am
seeking
more than life
can bestow with ease
I’m depraved and a feared outcast
sanctified yet loathsome, I renounce my high spirits
for I am a sequestered fawn uninhabited and denied in the grove of life
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Date written: January 8, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge January, 2019- Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair
Let God judge such past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate
Let this Soul eat out of its heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad one shall never tell
Let this Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets and source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth
Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014
In tight contests,
their front acts of deceit,
not conceding
the worthiest defeat,
rivals flash sour smiles
of ignominies;
even when they crush down
hard on their knees.
Spite and rage behind
their civil masks lurk
as, quietly, they
defiantly sulk,
with crass callousness,
cold calculation;
famishing for fame
and adulation!
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