How many deeds are the ungodly people doing in the land,
They are unethical! Are they forcing Islam on them as sand?
India and Pakistan used their religions! But this is a secular country's seeds,
Use the Islam religion as peace! Will there be no end to evil deeds?
Some are saying their prayers, and Satan flees when they recite,
Who are they in Bangladesh? After getting a lot, they want more and bite!
They are seen in Devil's place i! Who has lost all hope?
The true pious worship so much, they do not flee, stand in a cope!
somewhere in the night
a spirit flees in darkness
captured by the light
Let’s swashbuckler for fun the fox said to the owl.
The owl was encouraged, for he was an optimistic fowl.
They got out their swords and they fought to the brim.
Pushing owl to the edge of the ship, fox’s eyes got quite yellow and dim.
Let’s fly away fast! The owl said to the furry bandit.
Come back here! Yelled the fox to the retreating chit.
As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod
As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace racing feet unshod
Young lads dancing forth with live bait and fishing pole
With promise of joy and food from fav fishing hole.
As life in enchanting mysterious ways
Sallies ever onward into those flowing days
So shall winter return to blanket earth with cold
We should give thanks we came from God's Heavenly mold.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2022
Rhyme
Note: 1
When the light has been gifted and the heart wakes to see its power. Joy enters and falls like a blessed Spring shower.
Note: 2
My first in a while. Ablessing was gifted me this day- and that gift birthed this new creation, God works miracles and sees every fallen sparrow.
Which Modern Man longs
For the folksongs
Helped by rusted gongs
Or their lines sing to a throng,
Very sure that nothing is wrong?
Which Modern Man eats with bare hands,
Because on them unseen sands
And this publicizes with bands,
Heroically skirting lands?
No Modern Man flees from books
To simply keep learning from looks;
To libraries and books
Forced back with hooks!
The Modern isn’t Ancient,
In restraint glimpses the sufficient
He is The Okay with a robbed ambience,
Meaning or feigning its munificence.
We flip the hourglass for time,
use moments as each hour's pawn.
Then store Today, when past its prime,
midst Yesterdays--now finished, gone.
If we could make one moment stay
just by flipping the hourglass,
how to choose the hour, the day
so many moments come and pass.
Or, as time's measure disappears,
will we, in greed, pound on the door
of hours, minutes, days, and years
that come but once and then no more.
Time flees--its hours hurry on,
a moment's look, and then it's gone.
February 2, 2022
for Pick-A-Title Vol. 28 Poetry Contest
Flipped Hourglass
Honorable Mention
by Edward Ibeh
Not everyone form Danger flees
Some do beg for it with “Please!”
Their entreating voices loudest
Sounds producing of the Noisiest:
Blokes who’d shun a state of Ease,
For ordeals paying all their fees,
Their unspeakable imagination, The Best’
Sure Danger, absent from the East, is in the West
Not everybody from Danger flees:
Danger keeps advancing and they’re trees
The Gone ultimate Warrior, for example
Consuming avoidable blows, his own sample.
lioness with her sights on the prize
antelope feels her; pops out her eyes
the chase is on
one is a pawn
antelope’s heartbeat is on the rise.
Not everybody from danger flees,
Some do beg for it with ‘A Please’;
Their beseeching voices at their loudest,
Sounds producing of ‘The Noisiest’ ….
These are blokes who shun a state of ease,
For ordeals paying all the prices and fees,
Their unspeakable imaginations, always the best,
Sure if Danger is missing in the East, not in the West,
All encounters with Danger their salubrious breeze,
For every blow from Danger, not a breath wheeze,
Our gone Ultimate Warrior, for example,
Shakur’s consumption of bullets, his own sample…
Not everybody from Danger flees,
Danger keeps approaching and they are still trees.
Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.
Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars
As a lone-bird sits forlorn on a leafless branch
Awaiting for daybreak to build a new nest.
Steadfastly she holds on to her view of galaxy
Undeterred by forces of invisible black holes
Comforting his woes till he rejects her call,
Deciding resolutely to abandon her place
When the lone-bird flees before daybreak.
November 5, 2018
Placed first in contest #520 by Brian Strand
Life Flees, As If Faint Whispers In Moaning Winds
As fleeting hours flew into eternal abyss
once youth and love imagined to dream
so went grave error that time allows this
facing life, always with full head of steam.
We marvel at the beauty of ancient oaks
majestic towers stretching to eager skies
oft captured in the glory of artistic strokes
yet burdened by this world of worldly lies.
Weep not for more, for dying is our Fate
and task of living well often most hard
if one has learned and loved, they can relate
evil world is a test, just ask any bard.
Life flees, as if faint whispers in moaning winds.
Yet we all feign power, to so mold how it ends.
Robert J. Lindley,10-10-2018
Sonnet, ( Life Finally Teaches Us That Time Never Waits)
the darkness covers
surrounds the light before day
day runs from the night
open up your eyes
see the darkness in your path
surrounds day stillness
beat the drum today
run from the cold black darkness
flee the night turn day
2/14/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Different birds,
the same call
Time frozen,
the hour stalls
Mother earth,
bastard son
Nature flees,
—damage done
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)