- Nature's treasures -
are worth more than money and gold in your pocket -
quote by poet
A light breeze, soft as a little cat's paw
In the moonlight on the beach, quiet and calm
a bluish light with hints of silver on the horizon
The stars above, I’m lost in the beauty
Waves touch the feet, erase the footprints
A secluded gem, a sight to explore
Of the thousands, wonderful treasures
A secret paradise, so unique and peaceful
Safely hidden between grain of sand
Quartz stones that glitter in the moonlight
Love to turn them over and over in my hands
Provides a soothing and softening effect upon touch
This lady be causing
Commotion
Whenever she step in the place
She's the controller, always taking control
All eyes on her, she's attention stealer.
The way she dress
The way she moves
The way she does her things
She's differ from the rest
I think she's the best
None can contest or compare.
In this conquest
She's the conquer
Conquering all hearts
Whosoever set eyes on her
She glows
Without toners, serums and more
Her skin is very brilliant, glimmering in distance.
Heaven.
Where the air is imbued with a sense of serenity.
It's a place where all sorrows and pains will be washed away.
Eternal peace, light and beauty.
Souls find rest and fulfillment with the presence of the divine.
Go into the radiant and golden light.
Blissful and harmonious.
Where the whispers of angels soothe the soul's weary journey.
Time ceases to exist, leaving only the purest form of existence.
A place where the heart sings and the spirit soars unbound.
A sanctuary where dreams are woven into reality.
Paradise.
Fireflies glowing as they pass in the night
Glittering and glimmering – softest starlight
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Orb of light in night flight,
specter aglow in onyx gown,
upon shimmering, icy-laden trees,
branches encapsulated winter’s freeze.
Indigo blanket ringed in haze
of the moon’s controlling gaze.
As the hares do romp and play,
amid the snow-capped winter days,
to dine on twigs and frozen buds
and unto dens full bellies run,
to huddle down as days be done;
‘neath ground of grass and straw to sleep.
As animal and man do dream,
of warmer climes, comforting scenes;
I scan the skies and thank the moon
as light-rays sing nocturnal tunes.
As those beams come ever near,
an old oak sheds an icy tear.
glimpse of a scarlet
sunset emerges glimmering
glorious glow
January 17, 2022
My past glimmers.
Like spikes of metal, bent by hammers.
My crooked past prods me into the present.
So I may forget those that I used to resent.
I remember my family’s last smiles.
I would see them again, but not for a while.
I thought I would become a monstrous memory of theirs.
I try to hold onto them by a hair.
That is cut by shards of reality.
As I lose all sense of causality.
Glimmering, Shimmering And Flaming Sweet
her eyes, shining pools
her kissing lips luscious red
desert at high noon
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2021
haiku
Stardust
Night lights glowing
Twinkling laughter, singing
Breathing love through the heart and soul
Dreamlike
Fury, wrought in a bygone age
Memorialized and destroyed in a tumble
Heaped on the pile of broken dreams and promise
We are each one gods —drained of our icor
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
Where the west lies oh so precious—
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
At arm’s length, cheering until
Now is your time to shine
Your time to live
Your time to formally acquiesce
All the pounding—no one heard
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
Where the west lies oh so precious—
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
At arm’s length, cheering until
At arm’s length, noises forgotten
Searching inside the cave's echo
sweet music dancing with a pulse beat
Into one world where dreams are held beautiful
mirrors flicker with memories flashing backwards
Time stands still as the sand slowly irons out
born is the sun sets where moments embrace precious
Winter bones ache for the warmth of your light
there stands in the mountain ice capped frozen howls
Breaking through the darkness a glorious star
brightly you are captured under the moon's shadow
A rising young starlet, the toast of the chase
Hollywood abuzz over each toss of her lace...
Now her fingers and lips visibly quiver
As she sits in hospice and ceaselessly shivers
The surgeon to the stars, from opera to ballet
He resurrected voices, pirouettes and even pli'es...
His grip now unsteady, his voice a bare whisper
Proud knife now exchanged for untrimmed whiskers
Skates flashing silver, over ice did she flow
A portrait of grace from her head to her toe...
Now she wobbles when walking, fearful of falling
Her elegance vanished, the sight of her galling
May youth not go a-glimmering, may it not die young
Preserve it with the power of the pen's mighty tongue
I feel a faint spatter of light emerging from the dark,
a glinting bud of hope in faith restored.
Go slowly and join the light and bathe,
do not cast it in among your shadows.
Never to dwell nor be tricked by the longing,
for it is reconciled now and I am unbroken.
But this spark, I could let it light my fuse,
give it the power to tear this man apart.
I wonder will we talk soon,
or meet and feel the warming,
as the pulses may deepen and our pupils dilate.
I would take care of this one in truth and awe.
Yes, I will dive but in stealth and poise,
I will not appear too deep... Too soon.
But my eyes may betray and my chest will rise,
reciprocate the sweetness, relieve my guise.