Tender sweet kiss
Lips, rosebuds and rain
Eyes open in defiance
Wild, green, and wide
Tilting my neck up
They lean in
Fitted stones, linked
Breath coalesced
We, tragic love
We, adored
Skin and all, blended
Space to time
Heavens ungated
Heartbeats
Gladly given
And then
Petite Mort
a stain in the drain
will always remain
forever in pain,
so i refrain
from going into a different lane
i stay to myself
by choosing to dwell so well in a corner shelf
bringing forth to me personal wealth
in the form of So Much Better Health
for nowadays, all it seems to take is a slight thump
for someone to snap, go in a rage, and try to break my crown, and try to rearrange my face and kick my rump
when the tide turns and accountability becomes very real said someone goes on a spiel and for some odd reason starts blaming trump
i guess that is why elton called it the blues and i found out that i wore those shoes and as a result i consider myself Over The Hump
For You My Love Through Hell I'd Gladly March
When mother earth into blue sky enfolds
And the oceans dance to a lively tune
The tiny, tiny mouse grows ever bold
Lion growls angrily at the weeping moon
Life spins its mysteries and Hope returns
Nights tender touch gives a sweet splash, fresh kiss
Midnight clock awaits love's fantastic burn
Such romance this begging heart does not miss.
When mother earth eats a ravishing sky
And you my love, will find me here waiting
Heart wanting your luscious lips is the why
In your rose garden we began dating.
First kissed you beneath your garden's arch.
For you my sweet love through Hell I would march!
Robert J. Lindley.
Sonnet
And I, The Poor Lost Soul That She Did Gladly Save
Early dawn in the midst of a cool windswept day
I rose to see life and smile, as if her love was new
Air so very fine smells of jasmine and daisy
Beauty and fragrance flows into the bedroom
Life awakes, fantastic miracles are waiting
O' bless are those that inhale and finally see
That man and earth are divided but also as one
Kids riding bicycles wildly across the lawn
Sunny rays gleaming forth onto the patio deck
And why does sweet life and pure love seem so close
As happiness sends feelings of her sand-burnt hair
I walk to the park, her romantic touch awaits.
She that so longs for me to be her willling slave.
And I, the poor lost soul that she did gladly save.
Robert J. Lindley, Jan21st 1977
Sonnet
I gladly sigh, when seasons bid me bye
When part of me is stolen by their charm
When I find in their composure no harm
When in their shades birds and bees freely fly
When earth, oceans and heavens seem draw nigh
When I win fathoming their artful arm
I gladly sigh...
When buds and blossoms stand peacefully shy
When in their presence devious unarm
When no death and decay blow their alarm
When I see harmony holds its head high
I gladly sigh...
29 October 2022
Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
Jesus came with a message of good news
calling all sinners to repentance
He spoke in parables so all understood
that all who rejected Him received His sentence
Jesus spoke with simplicity and authority
for He was God's son, heavenly sent
to lead the people to believe the gospel
for only then could they truly repent
The common people heard Him gladly
for Jesus spoke with real compassion
showing He loved them to the last
moving them by His fullest action
These people weren't like the Pharisees
or the Sadducees and rulers of the land
who thought they were above all others
in reality, were blindly and a lost band
The common people were so glad
to hear Jesus every blessed word
for it brought them life and hope
in their hearts were truly stirred
("And the common people heard him gladly.")
Mark 12: 37b
The streets fiercely stares
Adding to my misery and fears.
While the police brings the tears
Shooting with the gun and their stares.
In our world, things work in reverse
Drifting slowly and never clears
As office bandits drink to cheers
While documents go damn with smears.
We thank the head of state who cares
To see we rot without heirs
For with no dime and without affairs,
Our lives waste through the years.
Semi clad lasses walk, undaunted by stares
While the synagogue no longer prepares
The soul but steal the wares
Of the plebeians with little shares.
Robbers in broad daylight erect stairs
For they, living in their own spheres
Proudly put on airs
And gag in stupor on various beers
Just like a God forsaken sentry
Who in poverty would for money permit entry
And in lassitude gently await purgatory,
For 25frs, I would gladly sell my country
© Temajung Michael T.
Ideas bark and growl
One of them bites her
But still she persists
Punishing herself by not writing
Not painting
Not doing anything she likes to do
She deserves to be flogged, whipped, and beaten
She made a big mistake,
She is determined to ruin the rest of her life if necessary
Why don’t you write something? Another encourages her
He has no idea what she has done.
She withdraws into the small place inside her heart
Where she can drag in her soul and paint it an ugly gray
A hideous brown place with thorns and prickly pokey things
Her enemy has a name
But she is too angry to use it now
She is not human; she is a mistake.
Punishing herself gladly
Not giving herself one ounce of relief, hope or encouragement.
The soul sighs, remembering other times like this
Hoping this time will be different.
Pulling myself out of the 2020 mud
Sluggish and stunned, fatter from sheltering in place
My eyes are shut tightly,
Attitude indiscernible
Light nearly gone from my soul
It has been the worst year of my life
Starting with the January death of my mother
It’s 2021! Someone yells with sheer joy.
I know it’s my husband. He’s the only other human here.
In this mole hole we live in, with dark windows,
Competing TVS blaring.
I shove both I-pads off my lap.
Which is considerably larger this year.
The couch is full of junk from October and November.
I begin to clear the couch. Hiding the stuff in other places.
Amazed that my whole attitude changes after the junk is gone.
It is a new day, I feel refreshed. My energy has returned in a whoosh!
It is 2021! A clean slate. A fresh page! A year to kiss and hug and commute.
I begin to dance as the cloud of 2020 lifts off my chest,
I feel sixty pounds lighter!
Soul truth
Honest love
Trust yourself gladly
Rock enthusiasm
Live your life to the fullest and greatest inth
Follow your own truth, generating enthusiasm for your projects.
Throw the chaff out from the corn, forming your own ideals.
Written 1-04-2021
Contest: Suzette Prime
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
A-nother
B-irthday
I-s
G-ladly
A-dvanced
E-mploying
L-ine
A-bout
L-iterary
D-edication's
E-xcellent
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Abigael Aldea (November 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-user's
Y-early
R-egards
A-re
G-ladly
A-pplied
B-y
I-mplementing
S-tatement
A-bout
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Myra R. Gabisan (December 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
His spider web eyes
Delicious amber caramelized
Persuasively lively
Quick with playfulness
Surrounding with curiosity
Open to suggestions
Offering her Shangri-lah
She steps into his arm gladly
Eager to begin her forever dance
L-ady
I-s
G-ladly
A-mazed
Y-early
A-ppreciating
G-reetings
A-s
R-apturous
C-omposition
I-s
A-uthored
Topic: Birthday of Ligaya Garcia (January 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Not in eyes,why gladly today?
What's the matter that is hidden in your heart?
Let us tell you that thing.
Whether,,you take it my life,
We have a sweet just laugh at you.
Who sees and walk, this is my life.
I see you how sad,I can not afford it.
Show In the eyes that sweet laugh.
That love is from you, this is an illusion.
No more than love in the world,
Some thing is important o my heart love.
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